Leaving Cape Cod

A Chickadee eating sunflower seeds out of my hand in the Beech Forest

A Chickadee eating sunflower seeds out of my hand in the Beech Forest

Good Evening, God!

It was hard to leave Cape Cod, God. We spent two nights each with Lucy and then Floy, two friends made years ago. Actually, we ended up staying a third night with Floy. That was after she told me about Beech Forest at the tip of the Cape, where generations of chickadees have grown up eating seeds out of people’s hands. It was irresistible!

So we adjusted our plans and Floy drove us out to the top of the Cape — stopping for me to take photos along the way.

a chickadee flying away from eating out of my hand

A chickadee flying away after eating out of my hand.

Once there, the chickadees were waiting for us — and quickly lit on our hands — just long enough to snatch a seed and fly off. The feel of their little feet grasping my fingers was a thrill. Those fleeting contacts brought ripples of joy. Perhaps the writer who dubbed Pets as Vitamin P was right, God. Pets do center us. But, a connection with wild creatures seems even more powerful.

I’m smiling, God. I feel as if our visit to Cape Cod was just as brief as that of a chickadee on my hand. And we too, shall soon fly off home.

I’m writing from Andover, Mass., where Kit went to school more than 60 years ago. Years before females attended . . . and years before the school opened itself to broader spectrums of young people.

Hmm. We are not done opening ourselves, are we God. Or I should say I am not done. The world is so full of such wonderful things, . . . Thank You!

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Shells, Seaweed and Seagulls

Seagulls

Seagulls at Nantucket Sound

Good Afternoon, God!

We’ve had a quiet day with a dear friend from long ago. A relaxing walk between the Bass River and Long Island Sound. A time of repose. It is good to rest, God. Good to come to a full stop and be at ease — after our Boston Marathon bombing trauma just five days ago.

I had thought I wanted to go to Nantucket Island. But perhaps not. I am at rest and happy to remain at rest. How good to be staying with friends — to enter into their worlds — worlds replete with birds and bird feeders. And, of course, the squirrels that eat the seeds that the birds drop.

I have had enough of the traumas of bombs and manhunts.

kelp and shells at low tide

Kelp and shells at low tide

How good to focus on small things! To delight in simple treasures of shells and seaweed and seagulls. We three were alone on the walk . . . except for the birds and a very few fellow walkers.

So good to be in Cape Cod in the off season. And even better to be in Cape Cod with dear friends. I am so very thankful!

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Evil in Our Small and Precious World

The Atlantic Ocean off of Cape Cod

The Atlantic Ocean off of Cape CodGood Morning, God!

Yesterday we went to the ocean side of Cape Cod — peaceful and quiet — and then this morning we watched on TV the manhunt for the younger of the two Boston Marathon bombers. Such a sad and sobering contrast.

We heard the uncle of the bomber pleading for his nephew to turn himself in and ask for forgiveness. The uncle said that his nephew had brought shame on the family and on all the people of Chechnya. Dear God, please keep us from stigmatizing a whole group of people with the evil done by a few. The people of Chechnya have suffered themselves. All of us have suffered in one way or another.

I think of how a dear Cypriot neighbor in San Diego hated the Turks. And how our daughter Suzanne has a dear friend who is a Turk. Then there were the bombing done by the Irish Republican Army not that long ago — so much hating.

It seems to me, God, that Evil is very like a hermit crab. It scuttles under one shell or another to make its home. The crab merely “borrows” the shell. The shell is just a temporary home. So, then we all ought to be diligent — not letting Evil disguise itself as one of us — as one of Our People or one of Our Faith Traditions. We ought not share our “shells” with Evil.

Like the uncle we must speak out — begging the Small and Stunted and Confused to turn themselves in — to beg for forgiveness.

Hmm. Perhaps we ALL need to beg forgiveness as we have all taken our turn at hating and blaming. A sobering thought, God.

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The Enduring Kindness of Boston

The kind woman who gave Kit his medal

The kind woman who gave Kit his medal

Good Night, God!

There are so many kind people in Boston . . . this woman didn’t just hand Kit his Boston Marathon medal, she placed it around his neck with a hug. The yellow bags in the background were the clothing bags that the runners couldn’t pick up the day the Marathon was stopped by two bomb blasts.

The next day everywhere we went people came up to Kit to tell him how sorry they were. They hoped he would come back next year. The manager at a California Pizza Kitchen comped us our lunch. McDonalds had stayed open all night with free food for the emergency workers.

Then this morning Kit and I and our hostess Lucy watched from her home on Cape Cod the Interfaith Service at the Holy Cross Cathedral. Each speaker hit just the note. But it was our President who said the words I remember best. He called the bombers “small and stunted” and they are. Only small and stunted people harm the innocent.

They are not monsters. They are small, stunted and lost in the Darkness. And as one of the speakers said — Darkness does not put out Darkness — only Light can put out Darkness. So then, we are called to be Lights in this World of ours.

We are called, God, to let Your Light flow through us. Called to reach out to our fellow human beings — extending respect, extending compassion, extending love.

Please, God, help us to overcome evil with Good!

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A Heartbreaking Event at the Boston Marathon

backed up marathoners after the bomb blasts

backed up marathoners after the bomb blasts

Good Evening God!

Oh, such an unreal day! At first, a great day with Kit doing well running the Boston Marathon. I waited for him with friends at the top of Heartbreak Hill (at mile 20.5) and even ran alongside for a minute or so. I was relieved and joyful.

So, I said “good-bye” to our friends and trotted down the hill so I could catch the subway (the T) waiting at the end of the line at Boston College. I was rushing because I wanted to get to the family meeting area by the time Kit finished. I didn’t want him waiting for me cold and shivering.

On the ride back I dozed — only to be awakened by the person behind me talking about explosions and “body parts”! Body parts!? That woke me up!

Shortly afterward, the subway came to a stop and we all had to get off. The Marathon was closed. The subway was closed. They directed us to move to wait for a shuttle bus. But, two of the persons around me, Marge and Louie, decided to walk and I thought that sounded like a very good idea — so I joined them. It felt very natural to want to join forces. We walked and after a while found ourselves walking with the “stopped” marathoners. After a while, Marge found her Marine Corps husband. Then Louie, who had done past marathons, decided to run in. I kept walking.

Using a fellow stranded runner’s iPhone, Kit called — Thank You God for his being able to call — and he and I agreed to walk back separately to our hotel. Kit was only half a mile from the finish line when the bombs went off. And immediately the police stopped the runners. No one knew if more bombs were coming. And in fact, God, two more unexploded devices were found!

So, surrounded by marathoners, I trudged back into downtown Boston. Shocked. Numb. Sorrowing. But, oh, so thankful after only an hour or two to be together with Kit! 

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The Night before Kit Runs the Boston Marathon

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The only flowering trees I’ve seen so far

Good Evening, God!

Thank You for flowering trees that promise — be it ever so quietly — the approach of Spring! I see Spring in Hawaii, too. But it comes in the brilliant yellow of the gold trees — it comes by showering my eyes with colors.

There are no biting winds for the colors to overcome. It is just a slight turning of the dial of climatic perfection. Mother Nature is overwhelmingly gracious in Hawaii — even her rain is gentle.

True, we have a very occasional hurricane or tsunami . . . but it has been decades since one of those, and so we short-term-minded humans have forgotten.

Things “not-in-our-lifetime” are not things at all. We can remember, albeit poorly. But to imagine that which we have never experienced? We fail. They are but words washing over us . . . or maybe photos or videos . . . but still having only a shadowy existence.

So, God, it is good to be here in Boston — all bundled up against the chilly spring winds and temperatures. It reminds me that I have been cold before. It makes me realize how fortunate I am to live in Hawaii. And as I sit here — feeling peaceful — I am only dimly aware of the anxiety that grabs ahold of me when my wonderful husband Kit runs a marathon.

Ah, but tomorrow morning, starting around 10:40 when Kit begins in the Third Wave of runners in the Boston Marathon I shall experience it again! If Kit’s per-mile times, which I can monitor on my iPhone, are as expected, Anxiety will sit quietly in check. But, if like in the Honolulu Marathon four months ago his times get progressively off, then Anxiety shall graband shake me until what little brain I have left comes loose. 

I worry that I have not enough Trust, God. Sigh. But, then I think how very much trust I must have to “let” Kit run at all. But, to stop him from doing what he loves . . . just to spare myself . . . what kind of love would that be?

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Springtime and Love in Boston

Teeagan peering out of Mr. Dooley's Irish Pub

Teeagan peering out of Mr. Dooley’s Irish Pub

Good Day, God!

After breakfasting this morning at Mr. Dooley’s Irish Pub in downtown Boston, I should be saying, “Top of the Morning to You.” My husband Kit and I were guests of a running friend Kit had met via the Internet. As before, Bob had invited fascinating folks for us to meet. (We treated that time.) Teagan (means beautiful in Irish) is the preschool daughter of one of the couples who were there. I caught her looking through Mr. Dooley’s window as Kit and I left to find a “T” (subway) station.

I had wanted a photo about the starting of Spring in Boston, and flowers in the omnipresent flower boxes seemed a good choice. And how much more springlike with a dear little girl in the photo!

Making new friends is one of the joys in coming to Boston for Kit to run the famous Boston Marathon. People on the street or in the “T” (subway) cars spontaneously start conversations. One young man wished Kit, “Good luck on the run tomorrow!” Then he did a double take and backed up to ask, “How old are you?” He shook his head when Kit said 78 — and almost groaned when he learned some of Kit’s past times were faster than his.

It’s fun being the wife of a minor celebrity, God. Well, it isn’t so much celebrity that matters as being noticed! It makes me think of my favorite quote from Paul Watzlawick “The primary purpose of human communication is to confirm our existence as humans.”

Words are great, but a glance and a smile will do it, too. Maybe, God, we need to widen and deepen our definition of Love? Perhaps Loving Our Neighbor begins with noticing our neighbor.

Noticing, acknowledging and hearing — surely these are the first steps toward loving!

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Kit and the Kolea

a Kolea in Longs parking lot

a Kolea in Longs parking lot

Good Day, God!

Here in Boston it’s almost 6 p.m. — in Honolulu it’s 12 noon — and my body is totally confused! But happy!  Happy to have arrived! Happy to be here in Boston for my wonderful husband Kit to run his 7th Boston Marathon.

Was it just yesterday that I saw this kolea standing in the Long’s parking lot? He was all dressed up in his mating plumage — almost ready to fly off to Alaska to find his mate. I’ve always been impressed by the Kolea flying from Hawaii to Alaska! Just as I am impressed by Kit running the 26.2 miles of a marathon.

I hadn’t thought to put the two together until I saw this kola in the parking lot. Indeed, the bird seemed preoccupied . . . not really noticing me . . . rather like Kit before he runs. Both of them seemingly focused on their upcoming activity!

Kit would love it if I ran, too. Part of me is attracted to the idea. That’s the part that lit up when I heard Discipline redefined as Freedom. But, that is not a very large part. Sigh. I guess it is the single-minded focus and time that would be required, God, that gives me pause. Well, that and a slight concern about knees, etc. For me to say yes to running would require me to say no to a whole lot of things that I am not wanting to say no to.

Hmmm. I got up to hang up a jacket a minute ago and the truth hit me on the side of the head. I am not exercising. I need to start doing weights and sit-ups and small stuff like that. I have time for that. I just don’t have the inclination. Now that is the place to start. Running may or may not ever emerge. But it would stand a much better chance if I simply started and started small. I need to be willing to be willing to receive Your Help, God!

 

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A Touching Beijing / Honolulu Moment

A morning at Waimanalo Beach Park

A morning at Waimanalo Beach Park

Good Evening, God!

This morning I got together with a long-time friend from Kaneohe, meeting at Waimanalo Beach Park. It was a halfway point, providing a lovely opportunity to sit outside and chat and pray and praise You. Such a beautiful world!

My friend had just gone to the loo when a busload of visitors from China was coming up from the beach — getting ready to go. It came to me that I should “acknowledge” their presence — so I looked up and caught the eye of one of the older women and smiled.

That was all it took! She circled back and indicated she wanted a picture of me. Then it came to her that she could sit in my friend’s chair and have her photo taken with me! What a treat! When our daughters were young, visitors from Japan loved to take their photos. Now, at last, here was my turn!  I gave a shaka sign —

Gesture raised fist with thumb and pinky lifted

Gesture raised fist with thumb and pinky lifted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a hand gesture of greeting, indicating all is cool . She put her arm around my shoulders — and we sat there smiling broadly while five or six young women took our photo.

It turned out that she was from Beijing and wanted to know where I was born and my age. She is just one year younger than I am. I managed to voice a shaky “nǐ haǒ,” a Chinese greeting, which caused mutual delight, and then they left.

It all happened so quickly I didn’t think to ask anyone to take a photo of us with my camera. There was no exchange of names or email addresses. But, I don’t need a photo to remember my mini “international” moment — and to appreciate the importance of a simple glance and smile. Thank You, God, for nudging me to look up and smile.

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A Loving Mother Lion

Mother lion with one of her three cubs at the Honolulu Zoo

Mother lion with one of her three cubs at the Honolulu Zoo

Good Evening, God

I’ve been meaning to do a blog on this photo since I saw it last Tuesday in the newspaper’s front page. There is such bliss on that little cub’s face! A friend told me years ago: “To be fully loved as a little child is to be crowned with a golden crown that can never be taken away.”

I think that’s right, God. And I am wondering, do we human parents do a good enough job of conveying Your Love? Oops! Wrong question.

The key question is how might each one of us experience Your Love? Oh my! If only each one of us could feel loved by You, what a wonderful world this would be. I guess receiving love begins with being loved by our mothers. Fathers are important, of course. But, being loved and welcomed in the womb is the best place to begin.

Mothers — barring traumas, illnesses and abuse — are designed to love. Such marvelous hormones flood our systems. I remember it well. Sometimes I wish we Protestants made more of Mary. We need more of a female influence in our theology. I had a dear friend — very Protestant — who told me that during one illness she awoke calling out, “Mary, Mother of God, HELP ME!”

“Father God” just isn’t enough to fully fill my heart. So when I hear Jesus call you Abba — I think Daddy/Mommy. And I like that, God. And since You are like us, but OH SO MUCH MORE, I feel as if I am on the right path. Surely, You love each one of us even more than this mother lion loves her cubs.

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