I want to put out a post-Thanksgiving “what am I thankful for” – I’m grateful for my growing readership, my growing subscribers and my growing connections in the blogging world. Thank you to all. I’m loving this blogging journey.
Tomorrow my husband and I are flying to Prague for a few days and then on to Israel to visit my daughter and family, specifically 5 adorable grandkids who I only get to see once or twice a year. I’m obviously excited about all this, but at the same time my heart is heavy with loss over the sudden “amputation” of a close and very special friendship. (One commenter used this term in her comment to the blog posting and it sounded so perfect for the situation.) Just about every nite after saying good-nite to my grandkiddies, my friend and I would sit out on her porch and talk for hours, giggling, confiding, munching and relaxing together in the beauty of Jerusalem. We’d make time to go to a favorite fish restaurant and eat the best St. Peter’s fish. We’d take a day and travel either south to the Dead Sea or north to the Sea of Galilee. Even within an only 7 – 10 day visit, there would always be time built in for us.
And so I go with a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and soul. That needs to be O.K. for now. I allow myself to feel the hurt. I am sure when I eat my St. Peter’s fish my eyes will sting with tears. And that will be O.K. I will walk through her neighborhood (near to where we stay) and long to knock on her door to say, “let’s talk or yell it out.” But I won’t; I will feel sad and a bit angry and continue saying to myself, “this is just so bizarre.”
I will go and do, and feel even and especially what is beyond comprehension. For this is life; we must feel it to live it well. These things we don’t understand and can’t control – eventually they get absorbed into the mysteries of life. And we go on and try to exert positive influence where we can to regain our equilibrium of goodness once again.
Having said that, here is one of my favorite uplifting stories about making a difference. Apologies if you’ve read this one too many times already.
Once upon a time there was a wise man
who used to go to the ocean
to do his writing.
He had a habit of walking
on the beach
before he began his work.
One day he was walking along
As he looked down the beach,
he saw a human
figure moving like a dancer.
He smiled to himself to think
of someone who would
dance to the day.
So he began to walk faster
to catch up.
As he got closer, he saw
that it was a young man
and the young man wasn’t dancing,
but instead he was reaching
down to the shore,
picking up something
and very gently throwing it
into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out,
“Good morning! What are you doing?”
The young man paused,
looked up and replied,
“Throwing starfish in the ocean.”
“I guess I should have asked,
why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?”
“The sun is up and the tide is going out.
And if I don’t throw them in they’ll die.”
“But, young man, don’t you realize that
there are miles and miles of beach
and starfish all along it.
You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely.
Then bent down, picked up another starfish
and threw it into the sea,
past the breaking waves and said-
“It made a difference for that one.” (Loren Eiseley)
Thanks for reading. I’ll be back Dec. 11th when I’ll be posting my December interview, a little late. Stay tuned, it’s a very interesting one.
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