So Painful to See — So We Turn Away

A Horrible Photo -- but better than most


Good Morning, God!

Times have changed — but not enough, God. I did spank my children. Sandy has not spanked her boys. And I still remember the time years ago when Ian had popped off and hit Mark. Having seen this happen before, and being of the old school, I said to Mark, “I wonder when someone is going to hit Ian back?” Mark said, “I’ve wondered that, too, Tutu.” Now, of course, Ian is over 6 feet and over 200 pounds. And I am very thankful for the culture of non-violence in their home.

Alas, a BBC news story estimated that between 1,000 and 2,000 children four and under are killed here in the United Sates each year — by a member of the family. The child abuse rate is 3 times higher in the United States than in Canada and 11 times higher than in Italy. Cultures matter.

Just a few months ago I heard a marvelous speaker tell about how often his mother beat him. He admitted that he used to tell some of his worst experiences as “funny stories.” He had come a long way in being willing to feel how damaging those beatings really were. Yet, later in his talk he held up his fists and said: “In Texas we like to talk with our hands!”

Cultures of violence are resistant to change. And, so is the idea that a “Man’s Home is His Castle.” Both of these make it difficult to know just how to address this horrible crime of child abuse. And, in fact, we mostly don’t address it — except when a case makes the news when we blame the parents, drugs, and the child welfare officers. I am not saying they are without blame. But, blaming doesn’t help.

I remember a dear friend setting up program of “respite care” at our church — years ago. It seems the police had suggested the idea. Social programs do help. But, they do cost. We need help, God!

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Posted in a hand up, a prayer for healing, a thought or two on Hell, attitudes, being heard into speaking, Choosing to respond

A New Week — Another World

A cactus in the morning light


Good Morning, God!

My morning work is done and I am feeling good! Both boys (young men, really) are off to school with lunches, water bottles, backpacks and saxophone. I have done my morning jog and have now returned to my laptop. It is a new week.

As for the World? I am now in Lion. My scroll bars have vanished and I must remember to use my track pad. Other surprises await me. As is happening more and more frequently — portions of my old world are being replaced — upgraded. As Mark ruefully remarked as he left for school, “You’re on your own, Tutu”

I feel as if You are reminding me of the importance of continuous learning. Urging me to “delight in the challenge!” Ah, yes, that IS the right attitude. But, I admit, God, sometimes I slip into feeling like the Victim of Involuntary Upgrades. You might think that asking for the upgrade — paying for the upgrade — would give me a better attitude.

Alas, attitudes are not that easily adjusted. This glorious sun-lit cactus that I saw on my morning jog resembles a deep primitive part of me. Sharp and spiny! Perhaps, God, that part of me is there to protect myself — just like the cactus? Perhaps, so. But, if so, there is another primitive part that wants what it wants. Again, useful. But, mostly, I try to keep it “turned off.”

Deserts are primitive places. Survival is on every creature’s mind — in the DNA of plants, too. Not like Hawaii, where the land is generous. Hmmm. It takes water to make the Land “generous.” And, I suspect it takes love to make us generous. Yes! People without a constant source of love can be rather like cacti. Sigh, Please, God, more Love!

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Posted in Abundant Life, accepting my need for help, cacti, learning, Light shining through, the gift of persistent love

Love: self-indulgence + self care

A Tucson Sunrise


Good Morning,God!

First of all, THANK YOU! Thank You for the gift of children and grandchildren. Thank You for the gift of being able to be here in Tucson with my grandsons while Sandy and Dave get a vacation together. This is good! And it is good for me as well as for them.

Good in many ways — some of which are clear to me and some are not. I am dimly aware of others ways that I may never see. I love my grandsons, God.
And Love has a thousand (billion?) definitions. So, I’m attempting to speak to each family member in his or her own love language.And this has been a great joy for me.

I started my very slow and quiet morning with espresso with real cream and chunks of dark chocolate — only to realize that self-indulgence isn’t quite the same as self-love. Dang!

A dear friend is going through the last of her cancer treatments — a difficult type of self-care. And, not to complain too much, God, it does seem to me that true “self-care” has that painful “hair shirt” connotation!

It need not be so! Yes, God, I am quite sure you are right. But, do I have the smarts or inclination or time to sort it out? Hmmm! Perhaps this is ONE of the unseen “gifts” to me in being Out of my usual environment. Away from my usual full cup of “daily duties?”

I am sitting here now — free to choose — free to decide — free to sequence my time. Please, God, help me to ask You for help. Help me as I sit quietly — aware of my need for your help!

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Posted in A Spiritual Spring Cleaning

A Full Day + An iPhone 4S

A slightly past full moon over La Encantada mall, Tucson

Good Morning, God!
Dave and Sandy were cycling, Ian was sleeping and Mark and I were off to the only Apple Store in Tucson to wait in line for the new iPhone 4S. Mark had said we had to be there by 4 if we wanted to make sure we got it. I didn’t want it that badly, so we arrived at a bit before 7 a.m.
There was a line — but we were helped almost immediately by a nice young woman who asked what kind of phone (capacity and color) and carrier I wanted. Then she sorted through a box of white cards and handed one to me.
“Come back anytime today to pick up your phone. Only, you will have to wait in line again,” she said, apologetically. All would have been just that simple, God, if the AT&T folks had been right — the folks I talked with by phone and the ones I had check my phone in Honolulu. They were WRONG.
My upgrade was going to cost $450. Yikes! However, Mark saved the day by letting me use his upgrade — he bought his iPhone one month before I did — and he could get the standard price. The Apple staff would then switch our sim cards and Mark’s new phone would be mine!
Only, first we needed Sandy as the account holder to be there. We picked up Sandy as she was cycling a few miles from home. The second wait in line was about an hour. The Apple staff handed out water bottles and had a kiosk offering coffee, hot water and lemonade — all for free. With ONLY a few more glitches — like the AT&T guys having both gone out to lunch — we left with my having a new iPhone!
Somehow, God, it all seemed like a good way to say Thank You to Steve Jobs.
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Posted in delight

A Desk of My Own

A Desk of My Own in the Red Carpet Club

Good Morning, God!

Traveling on my own is a reminder of what a “squirrel” I am not. My husband, Kit, is a squirrel — a Very Nice Squirrel.Mostly I am very thankful for his being so responsible. And, God, when I am with Kit, I am pretty responsible, too.

Ah, but when I travel on my own — my True Nature emerges. I got a complimentary upgrade to first class on my flight from Honolulu. And I enjoyed it. Then while waiting for my flight to Tucson, I quickly decided that $19 for a “Day Pass” into the Red Carpet Club was totally worth it. A four hour lay-over was transformed — not so much by the food offered which was only sugar in various forms — as by the sense of spaciousness. I had my own territory. A desk of my own!

Released from Kit’s Good Influence, I revert back to — well, I was going to say, “heedless” but that seems rather unkind. It is more like being taken over by a Sense of Enjoyment pretty much unfettered by Thoughts of the Future.

I suspect, God, that might be what got Eve into trouble. I can just hear her delight at the beauty of the apple — the fragrance of the fruit. There it was, right in front of her. You were not right there. And the lure of immediate gratification won out over vague memories of prohibitions and dire warnings — like death.

There it is, God! That’s pretty much why most people are overweight and in debt. And, I feel for them — for us.I love enjoying things, God. But, I do want to ask You for more discernment in WHAT I enjoy!

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Posted in Common sense and reasonableness, compassion to care for myself, delight, Enjoyment

Flying over Molokai — Hope and Help — and Love

flying over Molokai and looking off a Maui

Good Morning, God!

Flying over the Hawaiian Islands never ceases to delight me. As Mark Twain wrote: “The loveliest fleet of islands that lies anchored in any ocean.” Flying right over Molokai — looking down and seeing how narrow it is — how green the East End is and how isolated Kalaupapa is. How appalling to think of “lepers” of all ages being tossed over board to swim ashore — if they could.

It was fear, God. Fear still gets us to do horrible things to one another. I hate to admit it, God, but often it doesn’t even take a really big fear — like fear for our lives or even safety. Sometimes it is just the unnoticed fear of “social pressure.” We are social animals. We need to belong. Even if what we have to do to belong diminishes our humanity.

looking down at Kalaupapa

Hmm. This should be where You come in, God! You long to welcome us. Redeem us. Transform us. Sigh. Most of us are not exactly walking advertisements for Your Love. G.K. Chesterton had it right when he said, “Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.” Thank You for Father Damien, God! Thank You for those who love and act.

You have told us that when we feed the hungry, cloth the naked, and visit those in prison, we do it unto YOU. Even a cup of water given to the thirsty — has meaning.  How much more, then, does the gift of HOPE have meaning. Father Damien gave the lepers the Hope of Your Love.

I still have hope, God, that You are not done with me. That hope is not without a little fear, for I don’t want to be like Father Damien! But, knowing there is little chance of THAT, I can say Your Will be Done!

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Oceans and Wetlands — Certainty and Ambiguity

Moanalua Bay with Koko Head in the distance

Good Morning, God!

This is my view of Moanalua Bay while stopped at a red light. Up until maybe two or three days ago, I had four categories for Hawaii Kai: 1) Ocean 2) Moanalua Bay 3) Marina 4) Land.

But, my Godson, Shane, was telling me just a few days ago that Hawaii Kai is basically “wetlands.”  Wetlands?  “A wetland is an area of land whose soil is saturated with water either permanently or seasonally.” Hmm. Yes, I knew that Hawaii Kai used to be wetlands. It had never occurred to me, God, that we humans hadn’t just transformed Hawaii Kai into Dry Land and Marina.

a new sign on Hawaii Kai Drive

In fact, Waikiki used to be wetlands, too. We humans apparently love separating the land from the water. Funny, I thought we were successful. But, my Godson is very smart and sounded quite certain that we were still wetlands.

Then, yesterday, while jogging I saw this sign. Apparently, this is to designate an “active” wetland that I jog by several times a week.

Hmmm. I might not think that much about it except for rereading Being Wrong by Kathryn Schulz. I was in the part about how we humans much prefer Certainty to Uncertainty. We almost insist on Certainty in our leaders. Apparently being wrong is acceptable — but being uncertain about what is right — is not.

I can sense that wetlands have too high a degree of uncertainty for most of us. Is it land? Or is it water? The wetlands should decide! And stick to it! I’m mostly joking, God. Still, finding a designated wetlands in my neighborhood was a trifle unsettling. It makes me “uncertain” about the quality of the soil my home is resting on. I, too, like certainty.

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Posted in clear waterways, complexity, web of life

Kakaako, Families, and the Ongoing Adjustments of Life

in the heart of Kakaako

Good Morning, God!

Yesterday found me in the heart of Kakaako, just west of the Ala Moana shopping center. I think of Kakaako as Where the Work Gets Done. Work places are rarely pretty but they are really necessary. I worry about where all the small businesses will go as residential development continues. The high-rises keep coming! And that means adjustments for everyone.

Adjustments! Oh my goodness, God. Life is FULL of adjustments.

Tomorrow I fly off to Tucson to play both “responsible adult” and Tutu for our grandsons — while Sandy and Dave go off to Yosemite and then her 25th Stanford Reunion.

I will be adjusting from being “daughter” and “wife” to being “mom,” “grandma/tutu” and “mom-in-law.” Of course, in all those “roles,” I am always me. Still, each role carries with it expectations and memories. One of the great joys of friends and families are the memories . . . the rich past that makes the present more meaningful.

Hmm. I just realized that for me, especially as part of a family, dealing with the past requires some adjusting and processing. Our pasts always include mistakes and traumas. Many traumas, especially the ones we caused, remain hidden from us. But if we can share past hurts, hearing others — then the healing light of understanding can enter. And our tears of repentance can turn even painful times into rich soil.

Maybe, God, just maybe — I have more of that to do on this trip? As I think of soil . . . I think of the rocks that need to be cleared off the fields. Rocks of regret. Rocks of resentment. Rocks of closed off-hurts. I will need Your Help, God, in  “adjusting.”

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Posted in connecting, Conversations, courage to see myself, family visits, Feeling our feelings, finding hidden fears, Forgiving, Hearing, listening, Sharing

A Night in Old Hawaii

A Tribute to Irmgard Farden Aluli who was born 100 years ago on October 7, 1911

Good Morning, God!

Last night’s tribute to the late Auntie Irmgard, a local legend in Hawaiian music, was like going back in time. Back to a family time — back to a slower time — when entertainment was something we did together, not something we watched.

A niece of Auntie Irmgard invited me to the tribute, held 100 years and a day after her date of birth. Kit and I bought tickets and sat up close. Song after song poured over us, taking us back to the Old Hawaii, the Hawaii of sharing — sharing songs and hulas and laughter.

For the last number people were invited to “dance in the aisles” and some did. Oh, I would have loved to have joined them! How wonderful to be raised so that doing the hula is like giving a hug — giving a gift of love.

Auntie Irmgard

The friend who invited me was up on the stage at the end and at first she looked just a little uncomfortable. But as she danced she relaxed and began to smile and exude happiness. Her body, the music and the movements set her free. What a gift — to be free of self-consciousness — free to be.

I loved seeing women in their late 80’s and early 90’s up on stage singing and dancing. They were a delightful reminder that while our bodies age, our spirits can stay young.

Surely dancing and singing together protect us from many of the worries and fears that age us. Thank You, God, for music.

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Posted in connecting, connections, Enjoyment, JOY, letting the Holy Spirit flow through us, The World of our Senses, time

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