Thursday, May 26, 2016
We have a guest contributor today. This was written by my mom 51 years ago in her journal, lovingly transcribed and forwarded by loyal reader, and coincidentally, also my sister, Laurie:
Monday, May 17, 1965:
I believe there is a possible story in a woman or woman and man who are trying to prepare their children for adulthood. And with this difference: we all are doing this of course, but we are preparing them for the adult world that we know, not the world which will be in 20 years. This woman and man of my story are like Paul and me who have a complete life in each other and in their own quiet interests. Meeting people and having to get along with people is difficult for them. But their children’s world will be crowded. Their children must get along with people they meet. And they must learn how to obtain solitude while among people. Maybe the Friends meeting house is an example of how this is done.
So many truths in those wise words of yesteryear. This was truly prescient:
But their children’s world will be crowded.
How did she know?! I am frequently struck when reading Laurie's daily transcriptions, of how simple life seemed back then. It probably didn't seem simple to them, so maybe that's how they knew, but that doesn't seem to be what her prediction was based on.
And this is brilliant too:
Their children must get along with people they meet. And they must learn how to obtain solitude while among people.
These are both daily goals and challenges for me - getting along with people who annoy me, as sadly, I am way too easily annoyed, and of course finding solitude.
I just gotta start meditating. As soon as I find a time and place where I can have some solitude.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
I've been so scared of this blog lately. Scared like for most of the past 4-5 months, except for that one mini-post a week or 2 back. I don't know why. I have a feeling once I get going again, it won't be hard to get into the swing again.
I say I don't know why, but more likely it's because I've known for months what my next entry had to be about. It's an entry I've been putting off about...The Truth.
I was challenged by a Facebook friend in the midst of an argum...I mean, in the midst of a discussion about religion and politics, since he and I always stay away from any controversial topics, with this question:
What is The Truth?
It seemed like one of those navel-gazing questions that I have absolutely no interest in and would only serve to make my head hurt, and I tried to wipe it from my mind, so I quickly shut Facebook down to avoid having to think about it. But I couldn't stop, and now this, 4 months later, is what I came up with:
The truth is whatever one defines it to be.
But then I realized that there may actually come a time when we find out whether The Truth was/is what we define/d it to be - a time none of us is particularly looking forward to, except those who actually are sure they know what The Truth is, even if they really don't, even if they are eventually proved to be right. That would be the folks looking forward to The Rapture, or some equally convenient belief in what happens when we take our last.
So I had to refine the definition to this:
The Truth is one of two things: It is either what we say it is, or it is something we have absolutely no proof of knowing for sure that we are right. Unless we were right in the first place, in which case, we may never know that we were.
If one believes in God and an after-life in Heaven, you will never know if you were wrong.
Four months ago, I thought that was all pretty profound. Now that I've tried to put it in writing, I think I know why I've been afraid of this thing. Because trying to put it in writing makes as little sense as anyone thinking we know for sure what The Truth is.
And now...my head hurts.