A Love Story

Time to dust off the old blog and begin again.

What do I want to write about today?

A catch-up story about Love. And so I begin again.....

Somewhere in time, I was privileged to raise a family. I love this job, calling it my very favorite, and my first, career choice. I say this because when I was young and was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would answer, "a housewife".

I lived my first decade during the sixties, and to me, being a housewife, meant I could have children, help them with schoolwork, take them on picnics, teach them to read and how to play piano, decorate the house for Halloween, Easter, and Christmas, put on birthday parties with homemade cake and take-home-treats beside each plate like Tootsie-Pops and Bubble Gum, among other important housewife duties such as baking casseroles and cookies, dusting furniture, and vacuuming carpets. A housewife gets to have a home, and she gets to choose paint and carpet colors for each room, and that sounded like heaven to me. I didn't care about the picket fence, but I did envision a swing set and a sand box with a few trees to climb.

Along the way, and for a variety of reason, I chose to take on second jobs. These were mostly paid positions and for the most part I was and still am pretty successful at these second jobs, but my passion and, I believe, my  real life's work from October, 1990 through even today is being Mom to my two most precious children.

The other night I was watching "Makers" on PBS and got to watch women being shaped and formed before and during the years of my childhood, my college years, and beyond. Wow! I remember back to the days when my children were really little and having conversations with my friends about either my misinterpretation, or perhaps even the misguidance, that the women's movement had on my expectations for myself.

I bought into the idea that I should be able to do it all: Mother my children, make a cake from scratch, cook meals every night, take my kids to school, pick them up, be a Brownie leader, serve at church, go to every t-ball practice and game, and work at my second paid job while climbing the corporate ladder. I found myself inferior and lacking on the days when I cried as I drove to the office leaving my kids at home. I found myself inferior and lacking on the days when my boss wanted me to stay late and get a project done and I said no, because I wanted to be home in time for dinner.

No wonder, I turned to doctors and therapists to help me cope. I had bought into something that was false for me. I could not do both, at the same time, to the level of my expectations, and be happy with me.

Until........ I learned acceptance. Until, I learned, good enough. Until, I learned, boundaries. Until, I learned, realistic expectations.

Until I learned how to let go.

I learned how to buy a birthday cake from the grocery store and celebrate the day. I learned how to let go of the corporate ladder and be grateful for the income that provided for my children's needs. I learned, that my parents, my friends, my God did not expect perfection, nor should I, and I let go. I learned how to mother myself, and I learned how to love myself.

In so doing, I believe, I became a better Mom, and a better Me.

The women's movement, as a whole, was never wrong. My interpretations of my place in this world were my own. I believe, we must continue to work hard for the current and future generations of women who will struggle with these same issues and so much more. I am a feminist, and I am a bit wiser. May I never stop learning and growing, letting go of the old and embracing the new.

Namaste.

If I were to Tell You Everything Important that I Know Today

First :  Show Up.

There are precious moments in life that can easily be missed if I allow distraction to win my attention, or if I lack energy for being here for others. I believe, we were created to be here for each other. When we wonder why God isn't doing anything about this problem or that problem in the world, we can remember that He created us, and we are capable of helping each other, and that is part of His plan all along. We are His answer. Rather than a magic zap of a wand, he craated you and me to think intelligently and love deeply, and care infinitely, and sometimes the most intelligent thing to do is just show up and be present with others.

I ask myself:  Who can I show up for today?

Second:  Be Grateful.

When I pause and sit still and clear my mind of all the "to do's and musts" and the "didn'ts and should'ves", and meditate on "what is" and "what's good", I am blown away by what I find. The love that surrounds me every single day by a God whom I know; my children growing in perfection, each in their own circumstance and beauty; the man I love, who every day finds some way to actively show his love for me, who lets me be me, and honors the woman God created in me; my parents who have so much wisdom, love and compassion to offer me... still... even though I am grown. I have food to eat and a roof over my head and a job with a company that pays me every other week. I am grateful for my ability to help others, for the "extra" given to me that can help someone else when I merely let go, and give it away. The gratefulness calms me and peace washes over me, and all striving can cease, if only for a moment.

I ask myself:  What am I grateful for at this very moment?

And third:  Open my Mind, Heart and Spirit to infinite possibility. I believe, there is much I have yet to discover about myself, about those I love; about God, about this world I live in; about what is to come, and what has already been. My daughter and my son are my teachers as they grow up and go down paths I have not trod, and they tell me of the scenery and their teachers along the way, their struggles and their new found joys in everyday living. And I am not too old to learn new ways, to change my mind about things I thought I knew, and now it seems as though I did not know at all, and I am able to let go of that which no longer serves me, and in that open space, I can reach for betterment. I reach to those light-bearers further down my path as they lead me by asking me to consider suggestions and questions, never gving me answers, but gently leading me towards answers. As Mary Oliver says, "Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable." Leaving room in my heart for that which my mind has yet to even imagine, is powerful and exciting. I hope to always remain open to all possibility of new thoughts and new considerings and new paths and new wonderings and new wanderings.

I ask myself:  What is around the corner waiting for me to grow, stretch and discover?

Namaste

Acceptance

I am listening to one of my favorite songs. There is a verse in it that says, "Still. Are you still my child? Be still and know that I am God. Wait. Wait on my power to fight the battles that you find so hard. And rest, rest for a while until my Spirit makes you new. Still. Be still, my child, and know that I'll be God for you."

It took me an hour and a half to get to work today. The train was crossing in Cresson. Many stories of frustration could start with those words:  "the train was crossing in Cresson."

For you see, those of us who drive from and to Granbury know how hard it is to be held up for 20 minutes or so by that darn train. While we huff and puff about our schedules, and our time, and question why this train is allowed to pass through here during commuting hours, the world is still turning, precious time is still passing, and lessons are waiting to be learned and applied to our lives. Perhaps God's message to me was, "I've been watching you run around in your circles, acting just like the world in all of its ways. Never seeing the truth or the miracle. Never taking the time to hear me saying, that still, are you still my child? Be still and know that I am God."

Trusting God with all matters of my life, means accepting the "train in Cresson" and every other inconvenience surrounding my day today. Accepting that there was no inconvenience, other than the one I chose, which in turn affected my spirit. My spirit could have rested instead of anxiously stomping my foot and texting my annoyance... if only I had accepted.

Acceptance:  ah, that word that often turns up in my conversations and readings...in my prayers. "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change." 

When all is said and done, my acceptance of what is, and my faith and trust that many times, what is, cannot be changed by me. And with that acceptance, I can let go. I can exhale, and I can breathe in deeply. I can rest, and know that God will be God for me... for those I love... for those I still resent... And one day, with God's miraculous power, resentments will be gently released, leaving room for all things new. Today, the train crossing in Cresson was a blessing for me.

Letting God be God today. Namaste.

Holding On and Letting Go

I am face to face with a transition in my life. My children are both young adults and no longer living full time at my house. Yes, my house is still their home, but not their residence. And what does that make me? Herein lies the transition... for me.

Personal truth is not what everyone wants to hear somedays. Many want to hear their own truth. But, my personal truth is that it hurts, just a little more than a little to watch them grow and go.

You see, I prayed for the creation of these children for years before they ever came into my life - before they were conceived and grown within the depths of my body. These kids were a dream and hope and goal and vision of mine... and they came... each in their own time, on their own terms, with their own souls which brought characteristics of their heritage, but a whole lot of their individual personality - God's creation, mostly.... not mine.

And I cherished these children of mine during pregnancy. I ate right, I slept, I denied myself certain things, and when the growing babies within my womb wanted milk and I wanted dessert, we had ice cream... the two of us, together, on the couch.... while I stroked my growing tummy and whispered my prayers and my love and my hopes and dreams for them.

Growing a baby in your body is not easy work. It may be quite natural, but it is hard work. There is nausia and so-tired-I-might-just-lay-down-and-nap-right-here, thank you very much. They were little heaters, making me warmer than any heating pad could ever imagine. I had itchy skin and towards the end, feet pushing up on my lungs and sometimes jumping on my bladder, both at the same time.

I remember my stomach rocking and rolling enough that friends across the room could see those babies moving around without me having to tell them. Oh, how I prayed over those nine months for my body to keep hold of those babies. Each one - praying for them to stay and grow and come at just the right time. And they did. My body held on and then one day out they came into this world and one of the first things I got to do was hold them in my arms.

And hold on to them I did. I remember my son coming out of body with a little blue-ness as the doctor worked quickly to cut that cord from around his neck and the nurse talking nonstop that all would be OK... not to worry, not to fret, the doctor was taking care of my baby boy and yes, sure enough, a few suctions a few rough rubbing on him and he pinkened up and was so alive and well. I remember having to wait to hold him, but when I did, I hung on. I held him close and never, ever wanted to let go.

I remember the slipping and sliding as they laid my baby girl on my stomach, fresh out of my body. She was wet and slippery and I held on... laughing, joyful.... full of precious life, and all my dreams coming true. No breath holding for her, she breathed and cried and looked into my face with wonder and maybe even some recoginition... "Mom, oh there you are."

And there were so many memories. Birthday cakes, balloons, t-ball uniforms and coaches, Brownies with "cute" brown vests and patches, Kids Khoir, sunday school and preschool, first days of school, vacations, swimming pools, diapers, and potty chairs, car seats and sippy cups, photos and posing, blocks and play doh, dolls and balls, music, Barney, basketball and soccer, cheerleading and dance recitals, letter jackets and class rings, college applications, and scholarship generation, graduation gowns and announcements, dorm room shopping and packing the car. And all the while, holding on.... holding on.

And now the day has come to learn to let go, and it is hard and it is wonderful, but it is hard. For I didn't really dream about the letting go in quite the same joyful hopefulneses that I did with the holding on.

My dear, dear, dear children. My arms are always here for you. My heart is always beside yours. My hopes and dreams for you are firmly planted inside each of your memories, my prayers have been spoken as I held you, as I watched you sleep, as I waited for you to come home at night, and as I hugged you good-bye at the car before I drove away.

Live your lives. Chase your dreams. Enjoy the good times. Cry and feel the hard times knowing "this too shall pass". Embrace today. Plan for tomorrow. Love yourself. Remember God is with you no matter what. Expect miracles. Treat others with kindness and respect. Never, never, never give up. Remember that God is all about 2nd, 3rd, 4th and Nth chances and do-overs. And remember my love is never ending.

Older High Milage Cars

I bought a car with 80,000 miles on it 4 years ago for my son to drive. I believe, it is "used up". Yes, the motor runs "fine", the transmission seems "OK", the AC even pumps out cold air. But I can feel it in my gut - this car is about to cause a very large decision on someones part... namely me.

Yesterday, my son drove it into the driveway, turned the engine off, with the key, and then realized the rest of it would just not turn off. The radio was playing, the AC was blowing, and all the little red lights on the dashboard that indicate you have some sort of battery power still on were all lit up.

The key would turn in the ignition, but it was catching on nothing. In other words you can't turn it all the way on OR all the way off. The battery was engaged and there was no way to turn it off. I called the guys I know who know a little something about cars and their advice was to call someone else... a repair shop.

You know, I am just about ready to call the junk shop, head to the dealership, and make this problem go away for another few years. I don't know how to diagnose or repair, or really barely maintain a car, let alone an older high mileage car with more problems than what is reasonably fixable based on the low value of the car.

I think, what I learned as a child - and as an adult - is go to the dealership and fix this problem. I am not equipped to fix the issues this car has and is going to continue to have. There are times when I must wave the white flag and give up. Yes, I wanted this car to last another 2 years - but the expense and headache of that choice is looking invaluable and less and less valuable as some teaching tool of growing up and taking financial responsibility. There are no finances to pay for the repairs but my own, so who is learning what. Furthermore, if the car were mine to drive, I would have gotten rid of it a clutch and a radiator and a broken door handle repair ago (of which I paid to fix).

Sometimes, it is time to think for oneself - and ignore the whining of the world around you - and make a decision that works for me.

Imagination and Creating Something New

This morning, I sat outside while the sprinklers ran. The sky was slighly overcast and I imagined it was raining outside. The coffee tasted better and the air smelled sweeter. Imagination is good.

Why do so many of us leave our imaginations behind sometime after childhood? I problem solve and come up with creative solutions, but imagination? No, not really. I am literal and direct and unimaginative throughout most of my life. And lately, stressed. Blah!

Just because life isn't easy, is exactly why we should exercise our imagination fully.

I don't know about you, but listening to the news makes me want to stay home. Our world is dangerous with unspeakable things happening everyday not only in third world countries, but on our campuses, and at our bus stops, and in the very homes that should keep us all safe. Our political system and government is totally screwed up, and every side of the political system wants to point and blame. Possible solutions are thrown out, those who might be using their imagination for creative solution are dismissed due to political agenda or perhaps where money flows for reelection and other benefits. Everyone has a reason to not believe, not agree, and say NO. I am tired and sad watching smart people act so dumb.

If I were a pessimist I would say my church is falling apart, or worse...has fallen apart at the seams. Again a place where we should feel safe, is the very place where it feels stressful and even a little dark right now.Did you also know that Mahatma Gandhi said, "I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." Wow. That is something to really think and ponder on, and look inside to consider just what do we look like when we show up as followers of Christ, a simple man who knew God.

Perhaps using my imagination, I can create a better world... and just maybe... if I could re-create my own self, I would be a part of the new and better creation. For what shall rise up out of the dust, but not something new and better. That is our only answer - for each one of us to be the change we want to see in the world just like Mahatma Gandhi proclaimed years ago during his own distress with the world.

Namaste

Good Morning

When the alarm goes off, I am reluctant to awake. I continue to snooze and doze for 30 more minutes. Upon awakening fully, I am disappointed to see my quiet coffee time diminished due to staying in the bed too long. Oh to have more mornings without a schedule attached. Time to sleep, time to sit quietly holding my coffee cup, time to write, time to pet my cat...

Girl to Girl Friendship

Nurture your friendships, ladies, with one another. When all comes tumbling down, or you just need someone to listen, remember she is almost always there - just a phone call away.

Make time and space for her.

Remember each other's birthdays.

Celebrate with her. Never rain on her parade.

Encourage her.

Embrace her gifts and talents.

Invite her places.

Receive all she has to give to you.

Hug her often.

Let her cry on your shoulder or across the room.

Tell her she's beautiful inside and out.

Love her children, her home, her good parts, her not-so-good parts.

Always try to be on her side.

Believe her.

Avoid telling her she is wrong. She might not be.

Tread carefully around her insecurities.

Practice healthy boundaries in her life.

Know her past loves are off limits.

Apologize when you know it's the right thing to do.

Give her room to make mistakes.

Forgive her seven times seventy, that means always.

Love her.

Let her love you.

Namaste.

The Monday After

Today is the new day. Jill is graduated from high school. And although she will be home much of the summer, and Grant is also home for the summer, a new day has dawned and I feel it.  My plans for this day look exactly as I pictured. I am at Shanley park, sitting on Dave's blanket, writing on his iPad, listening to one of the park's water fountains and Joshua Radin on the iPhone with Dave laying beside me with his eyes closed looking pretty content and happy.

Don't know that I have anything more profound to say other than we all deserve to live out our dream at least part of the time. My Dad told me I had a right to my dreams too, and he was right. It seems to me that the first step is to create the dream, or I might say conjure up the magical intention, and the next steps are a heavy combination of belief and trying and starting again, and did I mention believing?

Endings and Beginnings

I am sitting in my favorite morning spot: my back porch, drinking a hot cup of coffee, dogs laying by my side, and the birds singing all around me. I am in this world that God created. I live day to day with the good and the bad, the perplexing and simple, the confusion and the ah-ha moments, with the beautiful and the ugly. I breathe, I stretch, I wonder, I let go, I accept, I love.


Today is so important as my beautiful 18 year old daughter is graduating from high school tomorrow night. Family and friends are gathering, preparations have been made: signs painted for the highway, photos lined up to sum up a beautiful life to music, cakes ordered, dinner reservations made, groceries bought, lawn mowed, house cleaned, and nail appointments at the ready. 2 nice dresses for her and the perfect pair of shoes to match her gown. What would I stress about? I have everything to be grateful for. Airport run this afternoon to pick up one grandma and one grandpa who travel the USA to be at grandchildren's graduations. I am blessed. We are loved.


Last night I received a bittersweet gift: A call from a man who I had once loved. I did not answer but let him leave his message. He is moving this weekend to the west coast. I do not find it at all a coincidence that it was just 9 months ago when he told me he wanted to move when Jill graduated from high school. The same amount of time to create a brand new life within myself, nine months, and so it is. I bless him and release him to his life, his journey and new love and light. Let not your heart be troubled, but in all things, rejoice. I celebrate what was and what is. 


As for me: I have met a man who is suited for me and is present in my life in the present. I need not look back, for I have today and hopefully tomorrow with him. He is kind, gentle, fun, sweet, and handsome. He makes me smile more times in the day than ever before, and he is here for me when ever I need him. Love is always around us. Will we reach out and receive the love God radiates into his creation. As for me, I am open and ready and willing and grateful for another opportunity. I never, ever want to forget that God is in the business of restoration and new beginnings. He heals, He comforts, and He redeems each and everyone of us everyday.


Jill, I wish you joy and peace and fun and strength and courage and intelligence and wisdom and love. Always accept and receive love and all second and third and fourth chances at all that God will create in your future. Look forward and use your past as a learning experience for your future. Remember the this one small truth:   Love is always the answer to every question.


And we continue on in the forwardly direction with hope and faith and love. Good morning and I mean to say that it is a GOOD MORNING, a new day, and God is ever present in it all.

Namaste

Amazing and Magnificent

My dark chocolate Dove wrapper at lunch today read, "Keep the promises you make to yourself."

Oh my, that is so appropriate for me these days.

I made a promise to myself that I would write more, spend more time alone in solitude, create more, and do what makes my heart sing - which might just be what I am purposed to do, or at least that is part of the search and adventure and journey. I promised five mock ups of a creative idea, I found in my conscious mind rolling around, singing a song.

Sadly, however, I seem to put "my life" off. It is still somewhere "out there". I am again in survival mode, doing that which must get done now, and "my life" is going to start after I get "all this" done.

I am going to name this behavior, for it is a part of my action. And it is bigger than just doing graduation tasks or home chores. This is about avoiding stretching and growing "my life".

I shall name it Purpose Avoidance.

How's that.

What might cause me to avoid MY purpose?

Might it be fear, apathy, or sheer laziness?

Might it be bad habits?

Might it be disbelief in myself...... in the Power far greater than me..... disbelief in God?

I have been told that I am amazing. I have been told I am magnificent and I like hearing that, but do I believe it?

Sadly, I think I am someone with "a little something" to share, that may or may not be important or valuable to someone else, ...but I think it might matter to one or two..... or more.

Oh my! That sounds a great deal like disbelief.... in me. In who God created me to be.

OK - I am not claiming Purpose Avoidance. I have named it, but I do not claim it.

Instead, I claim AMAZING and MAGNIFICENT.

Namaste

Prettiest Friend by Jason Mraz (Animated, w/ lyrics)

New Beginnings, Part II

God is the author
the creator
of 2nd, 3rd, 4th...
chances and
new beginnings

Easter reminds me
of the butterfly
bursting
from her cocoon
transformed
for a seemingly new purpose
but knowing
it was her purpose
all along

Love never dies

No one can take
our hearts or steal
Love away

Our Love
comes from Him

We tap into Love
soak Love in
radiate Love out
freely
willingly
wholely
and sacrificially
give Love away
knowing
there will always be
enough

I am transformed
and still transforming
forever and ever
loving deeply
completely
sacrificially

Knowing
there will always be
enough

~Judy Lynn Young
Easter, April 24, 2011

A thought to share

From "Certain Girls" by Jennifer Weiner.

" Do we reschedule?" she was asking. I'd stood in the kitchen door, holding my breath. I knew what the rabbi would tell her, which was that of Jewish tradition, you don't cancel a simcha because of a tragedy. Not a wedding, not a bris or baby naming, not s bar or bat mitzvah. You don't cancel, because in the midst of life we are in death, and we find joy in the middle of sorrow.

Chosen Loss

Every time.
Every single time.


When I miss him?


I remember
he chose 
not to stay.


And something in me
hurts
a little differently
then if I had lost
him to death.


I am glad
he is
alive and well
but the sadness
would be sweeter
had he stayed.


Broken relationship,
although loss,
feels almost,
almost like I
don't deserve
...the grief.


The very real
grief.


All because
he chose it.

Spring

Time to plant
pink, purple, white
flowers 
adding
more
life color.

How I live
today,
affects my future
choices.

And thus,
the way I lived
in the past
is affecting
my current choices.

I want
to be mindful
of how I show up
for life,
each
and every moment,
of each
and every day.

I matter.

What I do
with my time
here on this earth
at this moment
on this day
matters
to tomorrows
if even in a little
itty-bitty way.

Lily

Friday's untimely Lily picking

appeared to create

untimely death.

A bud purposed

for glorious flower

torn at the stem

and carried away

from her natural home.

Lily's life
stopped short
shut down
left in the dark
atop the cluttered desk
of a cluttered life
for far too long.

Monday's sunrise
and sad discovery
of such careless
flower tending
caused me to carry Lily
lovingly home,
cut her stem,
and sink
her deep in water,

nutrition for Lily's soul.

Death seemed eminent

dry and brittle

did her bud appear.

But, Friday came

one week later.

Lily's nature unearthed.

Bud stretched towards

light and sun

achingly

arching

towards life

and purpose.

Half awake

yet still

reaching

towards life

and purpose.

Lily's life and purpose.

~Judy Morrill Young 4/2/11

Namaste

Small Lent Offering

I gave up Facebook for a week of Lent. I know, I know, Lent is 40 days, but although I am not a beginner at observing Lent, I am a baby novice at giving up things for Lent. A few years ago, I tried it: I gave up beer and made it about 3 weeks before throwing in the towel one Saturday night while having dinner with my friend who just happens to be a minister. That was a few years ago and made me think that since I wasn't Catholic and I come from "up North", I didn't really need to observe Lent in this way... anyway.

So, Sunday I decided to give it a try for one week. Whew! This has been hard. I spend quite a lot of minutes a day checking in on Facebook by reading posts, updating my status and most recently checking myself in when I go for out for fun and then tagging friends who are with me as well as taking a picture to add to the collage.

Does anyone care what my status is or where I am at the moment. The answer is yes. I know they care because they read it and mention it. And I know, because I care about my Facebook friends status and where they are.

Anyway, I have given it up and it's been hard and that's the way it's supposed to be, right? So, when I want to go on Facebook, I am to think Godly thoughts, and perhaps reflect on all that Christ suffered while hanging on that cross.

I'll be honest with you. I don't like pondering, thinking about, or reflecting on the cross experience. It makes me highly uncomfortable and anxious (and angry). It is beyond my imagination how any one person, let alone a group of religious leaders, could commit such an evil and horrendous act to any human being regardless of what they believed about him. And to think that God somehow did this on purpose is again, beyond my thinking. I can, however, believe that God works in even the most difficult, uncomfortable, anxious, scary, and sad times. For I believe, He is the Great Comforter, and I have experienced Him personally in this capacity.

This week I have needed that comfort and to know that He is working in all the situations of my current life situation, as well as my sisters', my parents', my friends', and other countries' current life situations. There are troubling things happening everywhere and some of those things are happening in my very heart.

I am on a quest for transformation, but it is hard work, for going back to what is familar whether it worked in the past or not, is the easy way... Falling back on old ideas, old habits, old ways of doing things is easy to do even if I have decided to go a new way. And going the new way is on purpose... for purpose... to become who I was born to be... to give to the world the gifts I was purposed to give. And to do that, it seems that clutter has got to be kept to a mimimum. My fear? that I don't know the difference between clutter and treasure. And because of that, I trust that God will help me know the difference. When am I leaning into something or someone that is keeping me from my purpose and when am I running from something or someone that is part of my purpose. God, help me know the difference, and I trust you do and always have; I only need to learn to listen and then trust with my whole heart as I take my picture off another wall.

So, while I stay away from posting my status on Facebook or reading everyone else's status's, and while I don't see who is friending who and who is "in a relationship" and where everyone is eating dinner, I reflect on how much God is at work in the world and I ask what can I do to help?

What happens now?

Namaste

Love Just Is

Love doesn't always sing joyfully.

Sometimes, love cries
      and holds
           and gasps for breath.
Because sometimes,
     those we love
          leave our world 
continuing on
     to their next destination 
          without us.

The part they leave behind
     is the love,
for love
     never dies
It just is.

I have seen pain
     in the eyes of the bereaved
I have felt pain
    in the arms of their grief
I have held on tight
    praying for the love,
         the love,
              the love,
to rain down from above
     swirl from around
          burst up from below
               swallowing us up
                    for a moment of sweet relief.

And if nothing else
     that maybe
          just maybe
we find each other
     matter.
For, of course,
     we do,
          we always did.

For love knows no time
     no boundary
          no reason
for being present
now.

~Judy Morrill Young
     3/20/2011
     First Day of Spring


Namaste
    

Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter ... | Video on TED.com

Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter ... Video on TED.com

I will blog tonight or tomorrow, but for now, take the 18 minutes and listen to Sarah. Wow!