All Over the Map

I have a very low threshold for bullies. A part of me has always recognized that bullying is just a softer word for psychological torture.  I find it terribly painful when people wield their power to inflict unnecessary suffering on others.  And because we don’t exist in a vacuum, the ripple effects of that suffering impact everyone around us. For every life that President Trump has thrown into chaos and turmoil and fear since becoming president just a few months ago, there are so many others affected.   Those same health care workers, park rangers, VA employees, scientists and medical researchers who’ve been fired by the tens of thousands without warning, are also dealing with health issues, are caregivers for elderly parents and have children with special needs.   About 30% of federal workers are veterans, “employees who have been serving the American people for years, in uniform and in civil service.”     https://www.vfw.org/media-and...

  No, I'm not happy with the outcome of the elections, but the people have spoken, and as my son reminds me about all kinds of things, it is what it is.  Of course I'm worried about the mental and physical health of girls and women in this country.  And I'm so very worried about our Guatemalan friends, whose sons were not born in this country, but whose daughters were.  They are a loving, hard working family who are so very vulnerable right now -- and they know it. And I'm worried too for the brave people of Ukraine, who have fought so hard for their autonomy, for the right to be Ukrainians.  But the one thing I'm learning, is that my worry and fear and anxiety doesn't serve me or my loved ones.  This is where prayer/therapy/journaling/talking to friends/volunteering /making art or cookies comes in useful. Basically, finding ways to shift the worry and feeling of hopelessness into something more active and productive. It doesn't work all the time, but it he...

  STRANGERS MATTER  If there’s one truth I’m carrying over from 2023 to 2024, it’s this: strangers matter.  How we are in the lives of strangers can have far reaching ripples on any given day. We literally have the power to make a bad day worse or better for a total stranger in a few seconds.  I know, it sounds corny, but it’s true.  I’m thinking of three events I experienced in the past few months. The first was at Trader Joe’s in Escondido.  Usually I love shopping at that store, but I was tired and a bit down.  My husband and I had just heard that our homeowners insurance was being cancelled because of fire risk.  The Santa Ana winds had been relentless for weeks and my allergies were acting up, causing a long bout of coughing and asthma and a recent trip to urgent care.  Everything about the shopping trip was overwhelming.  Finding a parking spot. Walking from my car to the store without getting run...

The weirdest thing happened to me a few weeks ago when I was getting my mammogram. My right breast was being gently shmooshed by the technician and I told her I was grateful to her for being so skillful and not causing me excruciating pain as has happened in the past with less skillful people.   Her response:  “I’m so glad to hear that. But don’t thank me -- thank Jesus.  Now please lean a little more forward and to the left. Perfect.  Excellent.  Now hold your breath a few secs so I can get my photo.”   I did what I was told, while feeling more than a little weird about her Jesus comment.   When she came back she set my breast free and proceeded to tell me about how hard her life had been until two years ago. She said she’d had a rough childhood and kept making bad choices when it came to men. She was a single mom of a teenage boy who was getting into trouble.  Then she found her church, her pastor, and Jes...

           When my daughter was preparing for her Bat Mitzvah, the Jewish rite of passage that prepares 13-year-olds to take their place as adults in the community (Bar Mitzvah for boys) she did a project on Jewish values regarding the treatment of animals.  That’s when I learned that it’s forbidden for Jews to hunt for sport, as it can cause prolonged pain and suffering for the animals.         I’d forgotten about that until October 7 th  and the days that have unfolded since then, watching and listening to the reports of 260 of young people at a music festival in the desert being hunted down and slaughtered, raped, burned and taken hostage by the Hamas terrorists.        And more reports of entire families being hunted and tortured and slaughtered in their homes. Mothers, fathers, babies, grandparents.   Many survivors have talked about the laughter of the killers throughout t...

When I was little my father would sometimes take me and my little brother to a place that the English speaking natives of Cape Town, South Africa referred to as The Gardens .  I liked wearing my sailor dress and sunhat and always remembered to bring a brown paper bag filled with breadcrumbs.   Our first stop was usually the dinosaurs at the National History Museum, where I'd stand and stare with a mixture of horror and fascination at the huge beasts tearing at each other and leaving bloody wounds. Then we'd stroll through the rose gardens, inhaling the perfume of a thousand flowers.  Voices speaking languages I couldn't understand blended with the buzzing of bees. Table Mountain, with its tablecloth of white clouds, loomed against the brilliant blue sky and served as the perfect backdrop to the roses in their gaudy summer splendor.  Next, we'd continue along shaded pathways to the aviary, which housed a few scruffy parrots that refused to talk to me. I got a much mor...