Weekend Coffee Share 6/4/16

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you I am worried about my dog. He hasn’t been well the past few days; lethargic, eating grass (to ease his tummy, I think), and vomiting his food on a few occasions.

Okay, maybe that’s not suitable conversation over coffee. But it’s what’s on my mind.

I grew up in an environment where cats and dogs were primarily consigned to the outdoors. Cats were mousers and dogs were watchdogs. I didn’t understand people’s close relationships with their pets. Something happens to your dog or cat? Okay, feel bad, but then get over it. It’s not like it’s your child or something.

Now I realize that any relationship we hold is a valuable part of who we are. Of course I care more about my children than I do my pets – and I certainly hope all parents would feel that way – but that doesn’t alter the relationship I have with my pets.

You know that phrase “it’s all relative”… not true, in my opinion. If something happens to your pet, if a baby bird falls out of its nest, if the centuries-old tree down the block is cut down… it can all matter to you, if you are in relationship with it.

So baby birds fall out of nests all the time. It’s part of nature. And it’s not like an endangered silverback gorilla being shot and killed in a zoo (which happened in Cincinnati this week). No, it’s not the same. But it’s also not relative. I can care about both.

I can care a heck of a lot more about the gorilla than the bird. And I can care a heck of a lot more about the safety of the boy who was believed to be in danger in the gorilla enclosure. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about a bird.

Caring about a bird or a pet does not take away from caring about any other living being. I can hug a tree and still care very, very much about world hunger and poverty and child abuse and war.

We obviously have priorities, and appropriately so. It’s all interrelated, but it’s not all relative.

Dang, here I go off on another rant during our coffee date. You’re going to dread coming over. I’ll stop now.

It’s supposed to get up to 100 degrees (F) today, something we’re not accustomed to here in the Pacific Northwest. I’m going to keep an eye on my listless little guy, and try to keep us both cool. I’ve got lots of yard work to do, but I’ll work on indoor projects and stay out of the heat as best I can.

I hope your weekend goes well. Thanks for stopping by.


Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.

Communique

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Thank you for your recent reply.
Okay, so technically you didn’t respond.
But may I humbly submit that
your nonresponse was, indeed, your reply.

Actions speak louder than words.
Non-action can speak just as loudly.
And your non-message has come through
with absolute clarity.

Silence isn’t always golden.
Sometimes it’s a cheap substitute
for honesty.

So here I sit in silence,
forging ahead with my own inaction,
and wondering to myself
as to whether or not

you’ll get this message
which – of course –
I won’t be sending.


The Daily Post discover challenge: Apology

Weekend Coffee Share 5/14/16

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If we were having coffee… well, I’d be offering herbal tea today. Rather late in the day for caffeine. For me, anyway. After weather hovering in the mid-80 degree (Fahrenheit) range, today turned cloudy, wet, and has cooled down to the 50s, so warm tea seems apropos.

If we were having tea, I’d tell you that this past week has been one of introspection for me. With years and years spent on the self-help/self-improvement track, I never managed to become very self-helpful, no matter how many books I read, seminars I attended, meditation techniques I tried…

But life threw me enough curve balls – make that hand grenades – that I had to finally just hunker down and work on survival. Not getting rich, gaining power, living the life of my dreams, finding true love, finding nirvana… Just surviving.

Once the dust settled and I could lift my head above the trench I had cowered in, I came to a kind of peace with myself and my life. It’s okay. Everything is okay. More than okay. A lot of facets of my life are pretty freaking amazing.

No, I didn’t win the lottery. I didn’t suddenly figure out how to “make friends and influence people.” But I realized that what I truly wanted in my life had very little to do with what the self-help gurus were peddling.

I’m not perfect (okay, stating the obvious now), my life’s not a bed of roses. Dandelions, yes; roses, no. But I get to just be me.

The real work I see for myself at this stage is learning to be comfortable with being me. Comfortable with my lifestyle choices, with my appearance, with my priorities. And not feeling the need to compare myself to others. Not overthinking everything and stressing over what everyone else might think about me and my choices.

Wow. How did I get off on this tangent? From chatting about the weather, I managed to segue into life values. Hmmm.

I’ve been introspecting so much here that my tea has gone cold. Yours too, probably. And I have no spiffy wrap up planned for this unplanned post. More tea, perhaps?

Next time I’ll let you do the talking. Hope you have a great week ahead.


Thank you to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.

Chance Encounter

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We met one morning, you and I.
You stood stock-still and watched me
with fear, I think.
Curious, I stood-stock still
so as not to scare you away.

Had you been older
(and less enchanting),
our encounter might have gone
quite differently.

If you felt cornered
you’d bare your teeth,
and hiss a warning
for me to stay away.

You may have tried the ploy
of playing possum,
flat on your side, stiff and unmoving,
eyes closed in mock death.

I might have poked you with a stick,
testing your resolve to continue
this risky gambit.
It would be a long stick and a soft poke,
lest you chose to resurrect.

But as it was, we simply met,
assessed our respective threats,
and finding none, we parted ways.

Should we meet again,
I’ll hold no kind sentiment.
You will sense no familiarity.

Despite our chance encounter,
your innocence and my curiosity,
we are not – and never shall be –
kindred souls.


Discover Challenge: Chance Encounter

Mom’s the Word

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The two beauties who let me be their mom. Okay, so they didn’t really have a choice.

Ah, Mother’s Day. Candy, flowers, attentive husbands who suddenly feel compelled to tackle their “honey-do” lists. Overflowing brunch crowds at restaurants. Excited children who think every day is mother’s day, or who don’t understand the concept at all but are still thrilled at eating out for breakfast and getting servings from Mom’s chocolates.

In reality, relationships with one’s mother are much more complex and complicated than the Hallmark-fueled spin would have us believe. As with any role we take on in life, we have our strengths and our short-comings. There: that’s my disclaimer. But this is a day for celebrating the good.

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Yup! The one smoking the cigar…that’s my mom, pre-motherhood.

I absolutely loved parenting and watching my daughters grow into the wonderful women they are today. (The chocolates and flowers were a great perk, too.) While I’m no longer needed to shepherd them on a daily basis, I now have the privilege of sharing in their adult lives.

And now, I am a grandmother (or Oma, in a nod to our German connections). I get to watch my daughter as she grows into motherhood with her toddler and infant. Spit-up spattered tops, sleepless nights, the “I don’t want to” tantrums from her two-year old… Definitely a challenge, but she’ll look back on these days with the tender warmth that comes with time. And memory loss.

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My mother passed away last year. As I said before, complicated. On the plus side, she instilled in me morals: a sense of right and wrong; fairness, responsibility, support of one’s family, a strong work ethic… And love.

It seems strange – and incomplete – not to have that matriarchal link, that further generational layer in the succession of motherhood. And it’s a bit scary to think that now I’m the matriarch of this lineage. For better or worse.

I don’t have any pithy revelations to impart about motherhood. And I’ll spare us all the mushy sentiments. But I’ve got some hecka good chocolate to consume, thanks to my loving daughter. And we all know that’s the bottom line, right?

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

Forgive Us, Mother

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Sooner or later, we will have to recognize that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.

~ Evo Morales

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… for we have sinned.


The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Earth