What I am grateful for
Mark ‡ Ease, flow and abundance ‡ Cathy Manning / Life Coach
Javier ‡ Landmark ‡ Energy, beauty and love
Haven, crying in her back room right away, her friendship, and commaraderie.
Angela, her taking me out the Day after M left and for her friendship the last two years and onwards.
Going door to door and making new friends.
Running with neighbor and getting a cramp, stopping to say hello to Amy and Edwin, meeting new people, like Diane Watson, and Nancy, going to church, circle dinners and meeting Dayna and Marianne Cushing, learning about the kirtans
Matt ‡ many things. Grateful for the love he did give me, pure and free, fully self-expressed and passionate. (While it lasted)
The ferry. A gift everyday.
My children, who are my inspiration and my gift to myself and of myself. They are the best, most generous, flexible and helpful of all the world.
Jenn ‡ for her help the summer in helping me move
Erin and her family. Lovely souls, real friends
Beauty all around me. The water, the city, the beautiful projects at work, my girls’ art
Working 4 days a week. Wow. I do have it all
Being a leader, making a difference
My mom sticking through with it, all of it, all the time, alone
My laptop
Warmth/heat
My smooth sheets
Jan, our minister, the parish
Ida ‡ for coming back.
Thursday, April 30
Wednesday, April 15
FAITH
I get really uncomfortable around that word. I don’t understand it I suppose. I am afraid of religion, of giving my power away, and faith to me means that the belief in another power, a higher power. That higher power is me. I believe in me.
Interestingly, I am going to church now for the very first time in my life. Well, I lived in a church in college, but that is another story.
When I sold the marital home this summer, I moved to Scituate. Wow. I might as well have moved to Beirut. It was like I had fallen off the face of the earth to all my friends in Hingham. I didn’t have an aupair anymore. When I was alone in the house I was alone. I could drop dead, and no one would know! I decided I had to change course and try something different. So I went door to door and met my new neighbors. Later on, I threw a housewarming party and distributed fliers emblazoned with “Meet your new neighbors” on it inviting them to the grand bouncy castle affair.
Over the summer, I met my artistic neighbors, the Ruffos. Debbie and I went running one morning and I had a terrible cramp which severely slowed me down. As I limped home, I noticed a couple in their front lawn planting and tending their garden. Amy and Edwin and I talked and shared for almost 2 hours right there on the spot. They had met on Match.com and were getting married this coming spring. They were lovely. Effervescent and evolved. Good people.
A while later, Amy celebrated her birthday with a dress up party and many diverse friends. I was excited to attend and enjoyed everyone there. So many like-minded souls. Diane who had been divorced and remarried to a wonderful man later in life, and so on. In the corner was a striking woman, Nancy who reminded me of the woman I imagined I would become 30 years later at my creating my future retreat with Jane Pollack. Long, flowing grey hair, brilliant, natural features. Wonderful smile and very welcoming spirit. I was drawn to her, and we talked quite a long time until the party wound down and it was time to go. She offered to drive me home, and we talked another several hours in the car. Wow. Sharing and enormous bonding. All was revealed. No healed, but it was out there. Where did she meet all these people? Who were all these like-minded souls? It turned out that by and large, everyone knew each other from church. It was a “When Harry met Sally” moment. I’ll have what she’s having. Sign me up. I want some of that energy. Some of that glow. The next morning I went to church. The Unitarian Universalist Church in Cohasset’s commons. A lovely place.
Interestingly, I am going to church now for the very first time in my life. Well, I lived in a church in college, but that is another story.
When I sold the marital home this summer, I moved to Scituate. Wow. I might as well have moved to Beirut. It was like I had fallen off the face of the earth to all my friends in Hingham. I didn’t have an aupair anymore. When I was alone in the house I was alone. I could drop dead, and no one would know! I decided I had to change course and try something different. So I went door to door and met my new neighbors. Later on, I threw a housewarming party and distributed fliers emblazoned with “Meet your new neighbors” on it inviting them to the grand bouncy castle affair.
Over the summer, I met my artistic neighbors, the Ruffos. Debbie and I went running one morning and I had a terrible cramp which severely slowed me down. As I limped home, I noticed a couple in their front lawn planting and tending their garden. Amy and Edwin and I talked and shared for almost 2 hours right there on the spot. They had met on Match.com and were getting married this coming spring. They were lovely. Effervescent and evolved. Good people.
A while later, Amy celebrated her birthday with a dress up party and many diverse friends. I was excited to attend and enjoyed everyone there. So many like-minded souls. Diane who had been divorced and remarried to a wonderful man later in life, and so on. In the corner was a striking woman, Nancy who reminded me of the woman I imagined I would become 30 years later at my creating my future retreat with Jane Pollack. Long, flowing grey hair, brilliant, natural features. Wonderful smile and very welcoming spirit. I was drawn to her, and we talked quite a long time until the party wound down and it was time to go. She offered to drive me home, and we talked another several hours in the car. Wow. Sharing and enormous bonding. All was revealed. No healed, but it was out there. Where did she meet all these people? Who were all these like-minded souls? It turned out that by and large, everyone knew each other from church. It was a “When Harry met Sally” moment. I’ll have what she’s having. Sign me up. I want some of that energy. Some of that glow. The next morning I went to church. The Unitarian Universalist Church in Cohasset’s commons. A lovely place.
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