Sunday, January 11, 2015

My Grandmother

I came across a poem by Maya Angelou, "Our Grandmothers," and felt the embrace of my own Nanu (maternal grandmother).  "I go forth alone, and stand as ten thousand."  What an empowering example of love, warmth, and tenacity...

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Why Muslims Bristle ...

... when told that more should speak out against terrorism.  

In a nutshell, many feel that in being asked, they are in a sense, being forced to take ownership of something they don't think belongs to them;  terrorism.

Certainly there may be other complexities, cultural nuances and biases, but perhaps if we could change the language and say, "hey Muslims, let us stand up together against terrorism."  The "us" is more powerful than them, as is "together" more powerful than "you."  

Worth a try.  For peace.  For humanity.

Likewise, it behooves pragmatic Muslims all over the world to accept the situation and reality as it is, and speak/ write/ shout out loud against the atrocity being carried out in the name of Islam.  Sometimes silence is golden, but at this time, pragmatism is meaningfully powerful.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

What I Know for Sure ...

... inspired by Oprah's book of the same title.  

What I know for sure is that focusing on the "present" moment is the best present I have given myself, every moment.  Tomorrow's concerns and yesterday's annoyances cannot grab a hold of my mind because, here I am. Giving myself the present of being "present".

Eckhart Tolle's "Power of Now" is a great influence.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

As Time Goes By ...

... a great Britcom series that I am happy to watch/ rewatch whenever I catch it on PBS.

... and an apropos statement of reflection since it's been about 10 years since I started blogging.  Blogging allowed me to log my thoughts and unravel conflicts in my mind.  This was a time before Facebook - I made friends of like mind from around the continents.  I had just completed my PhD and moved from NYC for a teaching job to a new and small town.  I was ambivalent at best.  I was about to turn 30 and thought I was leaving behind some magical youth and whatever glory came with that.  My 20's had been a time of intense personal growth in the form of self-reliance and the ability to stand up for my choices and values in life.  It was empowering, heady - and permanent. But my 30's have given me what can only be earned with reflection, perspective, and experience.  Humility.

As I am about on climb up to the 40th year of my life, neither youth nor glory hold any magic. What is magical is that I have a loving husband, healthy feisty children, warm friendships, a meaningful career - to show for it and to continue to grow with.  What is magical is the personal space I have been able to make with Life and my Creator.  What is magical, is the peace that is never far from the surface.  What is magical is that I am alive with Love.  That is enough.