Mommies and Babies — and Saying Goodbye

Mommy Monk Seal and Baby

Mommy Monk Seal and Baby on the Ka’iwi shore

Good Evening, God!

I identify with this Baby Monk Seal, God. She is crying for her mommy to wake up. The mother, Irma, will stay with her for six weeks . . . feeding her and teaching her to swim and fish. Then the mother will have to leave. She will not have eaten for six weeks. Leaving is part of Your Plan, God.

Is there EVER a good time for a Mother to go? I think not, God. My mother is 98 1/2, in hospice care, and I am suffering. It’s true that I still have Mom for a brief time more, visiting when I can. Today she blew kisses at me as I left. That felt good.

I don’t go to see her more than once or twice a day. Part of me was wishing that we had hospice at home so I could see her more often. But, a dear friend, who did that for her mother, said — Oh NO! — that I made the right decision! Actually, it was the only decision that looked doable.

I have been taken by surprise at the grief flowing through me. It’s very primal, God. I guess grief always is. But because my husband Kit and I had been “assisting” mom daily the last few years, playing games and talking — part of me sees her as my baby. So it’s a sort of double whammy. The strength of these Grief Currents is amazing. Walking this path with my mom feels almost perilous — as if I too might be swept into the River Styx.

Still, I am thankful for the power of this mother/daughter connection. Thankful for a Mommy I hate to let go. And what our daughter Suzy said is true: “Mom, as Deaths go, this sounds about as good as it gets!”

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My Inner Unforgiving, Wilderness

An old photo of my neighborhood wilderness area

An old photo of my neighborhood wilderness area

Good Evening, God!

Next month I’m giving four “class” sessions on Forgiving. And I must say I’m already being sensitized. Last month I began to  notice un-forgiveness in myself.

Several months ago my favorite neighborhood wilderness area was destroyed — ironically by a conservation group. My dearly beloved algeroba trees (kiawe in Hawaiian)  were suddenly cut down. I understood in theory it might be best to have indigenous trees, but in practice I was sad. Yes, God, I was also angry and resentful.

A week after starting work on my Forgiveness Class I walked by the former site of the kiawe trees and realized my Upset Feeling meant that I hadn’t forgiven the group doing this.

Yikes! It’s one thing to be upset. It’s another thing to harbor an Unforgiving Spirit. That seemed much more serious. So I started easing up on my regret and resentment.

Then just this morning I noticed folks working on the area and I struck up a conversation with a woman named Elizabeth.
I told her I was sad about losing the kiawe.

A brand new sign about the endangered Alae'ula bird.

A brand new sign about the endangered Alae’ula bird.

She nodded sympathetically. Then she said that the kiawetrees were sucking up water from the spring feeding the wetlands. And the endangered alae’ula (Hawaiian mud hen) needed the water.

Ah! So, there was a Real Reason for cutting down these kiawe trees. Well, at least a reason I could understand. My “upset” drained away. My Unforgiving Spirit dissipated. And I cheerfully exchanged email addresses with Elizabeth.

Yes, God. It is not lost on me that there are many, many explanations I will never get to hear — and about many, many things. Please God, help me Open my Heart and my Mind to the existence of unknown explanations.

Please Open my Heart and Open my Mind to YOU!

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Sunsets Coming

Sunset looking over the Hawaii Kai Marina

Sunset looking over the Hawaii Kai Marina at dinner last night

Good Afternoon, God!

I’m trying to go slow these days . . . slow because I’m tired . . . tired deep inside. Well, OK, not just tired. I have also been grumpy and irritable.

In fact, on my drive home yesterday, You brought to my attention that I have been way too cross with my wonderful husband Kit. Worse, I’ve failed to lavish on him the appreciation he deserves for being so good to my Mom all these years — especially the last nine years when he has helped in so many ways.

So, I came home and hugged Kit and appreciated him . . . and told him I would take him out for dinner — my treat.

Kit, with Scottish and New England roots, said he had a discount coupon for the local Yummy Korean Barbecue. So, with takeout food in cartons, we found a private outdoor table. As advertised, the food was yummy and the venue fantastic.

Kit and I eating outside by the marina

Kit and I eating outside by the marina

My Mom, now in hospice care, is mostly sleeping. But she has told me always to wake her up when I visit. When I do, we talk and squeeze each other’s hands. I don’t stay long. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want to tire her . . .

What I am realizing — more and more — is how precious family and friends are. I need to be with them. I need them. I may need them more than most people do because I am an extrovert. But, in addition, I am feeling more and more a part of The Web of Life. More than ever I sense that it extends further and deeper than we humans can begin to imagine.

Thank You, God for Times of Twilight . . . Times of Love.

 

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Mom’s Faithful Watch-cat

Katrina, Mom's faithful watch cat

Katrina, Mom’s faithful watch cat on the bed with Mom before Mom went to the ER

Good Day, God!

When my brother Dave flew in from California and went to see our mom in the hospital, she looked up at him, said “Hi” and then said, “Where’s my Cat? Can you bring her to me?”

My brother said that he couldn’t bring a cat into the hospital. Our mother said, “WHY NOT?” Dave explained that hospitals are for people, not cats. There was a short silence, then mom said: “Do they allow dogs?”

In recounting this to the nurse she said that they used to allow dogs to visit. We both said, “Please don’t tell Mom!”

Later my brother and I were talking about the growing presence of Service Dogs and I laughed and said that maybe we could make mom’s cat a small jacket that said “Service Cat.” Then we both roared. We love cats. But they are not Service Animals. Besides, as Dave added: We could never get a Service Cat jacket ON her.

In fact, we are cats’ Service Humans.

All that said, God, my mom’s cat, Katrina, has been a faithful companion. When mom goes to bed the cat jumps up to join her. And for some time the cat was trying to let me know that “something isn’t right” here. Sigh. We both knew that. But, I sure didn’t know what to do about it.

A few days ago a dear friend, Lois, came to help move out furniture and instantly bonded with Katrina. She told the cat, “You can come and live with me!” Dave said, “In the interest of full-disclosure I have to tell you that Katrina does not purr.” I laughed and said “Neither does Lois!” So, Katrina will be going to a Service Human who also has a Heart of Gold with a No Purr Exterior.

Thank you, God, for our dear families and friends — human and otherwise.

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Transitioning — A long Gentle Slope

Shower tree blossoms at Kokua Coop

Shower tree blossoms

Good Morning, God!

My Mother is transitioning out of Queens Hospital and into Hospice care. She will be continuing the long slow slide into Your Loving Arms. I’ve been transitioning, too . . . from daughter to both daughter/mother and then on to mostly being my mother’s mother. I am weeping inside. Or should I say my little inside-daughter is grieving the loss of her mother. My Outside is doing OK — so far.

My brother called on Thursday to say he was coming over from California. I didn’t know how badly I wanted him to come until he said he was coming. He arrived Friday and I am So Thankful!

I knew I had to take my mom into the Queen’s Emergency Room on Tuesday morning a week ago — not just because she was too weak to move well but because when I asked her if she wanted to rest or go to the ER, she said: “Just do what you think best.”  My mom was raised a Christian Scientist and aside from her experimental treatment for breast cancer after her mastectomy back when she was in her 60s, she normally avoids doctors — and ERs.

Upon her arrival at the ER they found that Mom had a bladder infection and aortic stenosis . . . and I think maybe a small stroke. But, as the doctor told us yesterday, medically speaking — right now — nothing is wrong.

Mom isn’t in pain. And there is no real medical problem. WOW! At any age, that is a BLESSING but especially so at 98 1/2  Thank You, God! Thank You for such a wonderful mother . . . and such a good brother!

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Why Women Live Longer

My Mother, Marjorie the First at 93 in 2007

My Mother, Marjorie the First, at 93 in 2007

Good Evening, God

My day got off to a delightful start when my loving husband brought me not just coffee in bed but an article printed from NPR’s website — Why Men Die Younger Than Women: The ‘Guys are Fragile’ Thesis.

Needless to say, God, I had my own ideas on why men die younger: “You guys don’t have real friends! You don’t talk to other guys about how you feel — about your sorrows and fears. You have no Social Support Group! Of course you die younger!”

Kit didn’t really argue.

But as the day has gone on I’ve had two more ideas. One was from a man who pointed out that women are designed to have babies and therefore have to be built a bit sturdier. I like that!

The third idea is one I came across years ago. It’s about the evolutionary advantage of having women live longer. The first woman to live past child-bearing years became The First Grandmother! Scientific studies have verified that having a grandmother increases a child’s chances of surviving . . . and thriving. So women who lived longer had more surviving grandchildren and maybe great-grandchildren — and passed on their good genes more successfully.

Alas, having a grandfather doesn’t seem to make a statistically significant difference in a child’s well being. Hmm.

Thankfully, God, I’m pretty sure Kit isn’t fragile. And I am praying that he will keep on running marathons, and keep on taking good care of me, and his daughters and his grandsons, for many more years. Thank You!

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An Oblique Look at . . .

 

The sculpture workroom at the Tate in St. Ives, England

The sculpture workroom at the Tate in St. Ives, England

Good Evening God!

It’s funny how a photo will take us back in time. The year was 2004 and my husband Kit and I had gone to England for him to run the London Marathon. Afterward, we traveled to Land’s End with our son-in-law, Dave and his dad, Frank, both U.K. natives. I forget just why it was that Dave came to be visiting his folks in Liverpool.

Here, we were all at the Tate museum in St. Ives, and it was a grey, damp day. We’d done the galleries and were out in the garden when I looked through the window and snapped this photo.

In looking more closely, I see in the workroom mirror a reflection of my husband Kit, who was standing next to me.

So, as I sit here in Honolulu going through old photographs, my thoughts return to Land’s End. Remembering the walk along the top of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Remembering meals shared with Dave and Frank. Remembering Kit’s distress in scraping our rental car’s right front fender. And remembering a spat he and I had over dinner that night. Easy to smile now — albeit ruefully.

The mirror in the workroom at the Tate in St. Ives, England

The mirror in the workroom at the Tate in St. Ives, England

I’m thankful, God, for this mini trip back in my memory. It makes me think I want to do more “remembering.” Sharing more of our past with Kit is something I look forward to.

I’d best get the photos ready so we can start remembering from a common point. Both Kit and I differ so — on what we notice and what we file.  I often joke that we walk hand in hand through separate universes.

We all have our individual oblique views of the world, don’t we God.

 

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Unforgiveness — Unseen and Invisible Poison

Looking inland toward Mahapuu Head

Looking inland toward Makapuu Head

Good Evening, God!

It’s true . . . In preparing to teach, we often intensify our learning.

I volunteered to teach a class on Forgiveness for this August. I thought I had worked through quite a lot of forgiving over the years. Surely my biggest job was to work and work on forgiving myself for losing our daughter Patty to cancer. I guess I thought I had finished most of my forgiveness work.

Alas, not so! I have been totally unaware of many lurking areas of unforgiveness. Apparently, people like me who want to think of themselves as “good people” are very good at suppressing awareness of unforgiveness.

I hadn’t ever thought of unforgiveness as invisible. But, preparing for the class has been sensitizing me.

My eyes were opened a few days ago as I jogged by an area of bare ground that had been a small wilderness area — filled with  kiawe trees, hale koa bushes, and many mongooses. As I jogged by the empty ground I could feel my anger and resentment at the clearing of this bit of wilderness. Everything that was non indigenous was cut down. All of this in the process of restoring an ancient Heiau.

After I’d jogged a few more steps it suddenly dawned on me that my regret and anger were markers of unforgiveness. Yikes! How could I have missed the deeper meaning of those two red flags — anger and resentment?

I missed them because I didn’t want to know about my unforgivenss. I’m sure there are many other areas in which I have hidden unforgivenss. Sigh. Forgiving myself and others is such hard work, God, even with Your help. Now I know that I have to begin by finding those poisonous wells of unforgiveness.

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Three Father’s Day Gifts

Kit on Cape Cod after the Boston Marathon

Kit at Cape Cod after the 2013 Boston Marathon

Good Day, God!

Thank You, God, for Fathers! Also, for monogamy . . . because I don’t share well. I often “count my blessings” for having Kit as my faithful husband and as the father of our daughters. But, really, can I tell him that often enough?

Here are a few of the gifts I gave Kit today. First, I went jogging with him this morning. We did 2+ miles, and I had enough left at the end for me to take off in a little sprint. I do love sprinting. But slogging through long training miles? Not so much. But I recognize, God, that jogging is good for me. And it gives Kit so much joy.

My next gift to him was the Secret Key to successfully managing me. I respond best to a positive and encouraging tone of voice. I realized this just recently. Facts and logic kind of roll off of me. Ah, but a warm loving, uplifting word — that is a marvelous gift . . . candy for the ear!

Actually, that Secret Key is a gift I’d love to give to all men. It seems that our Western Culture is a bit weak on Warm Emotional Encouragement. It’s a mystery to me why people think logic and reason are going to be useful levers in changing behavior.

But, back to gifts. My third gift was to “interview” Kit over the brunch I prepared. That was fun! First I asked what Meaningful Goals he had accomplished. His first response: Running 51 marathons. He then slowly worked all the way back to marrying me years ago! I added to his list: His having compiled our late daughter Patty’s words and poems into the small book Mango Days.

Then I asked him what Goals were still outstanding. It’s good to have goals, God . . . good to make them explicit. I guess mine is to take good care of Kit. Thanks, again, God, for Good Fathers.

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Major Changes to Our Food Supply

Glyphosate and Autism

Glyphosate and Autism

Good Evening, God!

First it was finding this graph about usage of the weed killer Roundup (main active ingredient: Glyphosate) going UP at about the same rate as Autism.

It seems that “Glyphosate-based herbicides all work on the same biochemical principle — they inhibit a specific enzyme that plants need in order to grow. The specific enzyme is called EPSP synthase.”

The article comprehensively reviews old studies on the safety of glyphosate and finds enough concerns to call for a comprehensive study of glyphosates. That seems like a really good idea, God. But where can we find truly independent researchers?

Next I was reading about the on-going collapse of pollinating bee colonies and read this chilling quote: The collapse of bee colonies is probably multifactorial, but a major factor is the toxicity of systemic pesticides called nicotinoids, which kill insects by attacking their nervous systems.

So, even though I understand we don’t exactly have proof about the weed killers and the bee killers, it does strike me that we humans have embarked on MAJOR changes to our Food Supply with more Hubris than Caution.

I dare say researchers somewhere are busy looking for substitutes for honey bees. Just as scientists are working on the Global Warming Problem. Hmm. Well, I love science, I was raised on Science Fiction, and I am a born optimist. But I am feeling distinctly uneasy about Big Food.

This is Your World, God. You made it and You declared it GOOD. Perhaps we ought to show more respect for Your Ways. Complex interrelationships take time to ripple all the way out. They require long-term studies before safety can be assured.

Maybe You could nudge the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation to look into this? Please?

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