Tuesday, February 21, 2017

“We think sometimes we’re only drawn to the good, but we’re actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties.”

~ Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, Life Lessons

I am losing–no, I’ve lost–patience with nonsense. It’s making me cranky, and the fact that I’m cranky is making me cranky.

I’m thinking of those I know who are grieving the loss of a loved one. I’m thinking of my best friend whose husband is ailing. I’m thinking of accidents, and illness, and estrangement; contrasting it with the nonsense and crying enough! 

I’m thinking that every person I encounter has a pocket of pain underneath the facade of “I’m fine” and, though the cause may be different, the pain we feel is the same.

I’m thinking I’m too often guilty of wearing a mask and it’s beginning to chafe.

I’m thinking that time is fleeting and if not now, when?

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This morning we journey to spend time with Gerry’s mom. This afternoon–finally!–an intake appointment with a primary care medical professional.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I’ve just read these lines about hypocrisy in a book by Rhoda Janzen: “Some sisters only pretend to like each other. When they speak of each other, their lips thin like pressed leaves and their tone takes on a crunchy sugar coating. ‘My sister? Well, her choices aren’t my choices, but she’s still my sister, Of course I love her.’”

    Pain is pain, regardless of the cause. No time for masks!

  2. I know what you mean about cranky because I’m feeling cranky. If possible, that’s when I take my leave and try to avoid others…until I figure out why or get over it. Sometimes I just need to embrace the ‘cranky’ and stomp around a bit. I wore a mask for decades…not so much any more. It’s exhausting being someone I’m not.

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