No I am not about to get slushy or fill this page with sweet thoughts.
I was raised to believe I would never amount to anything. I was once a lay chaplain in the Unitarian Universalist church. Before that I became a wife and soon after that, a mother. I am now convinced that living a loving and responsible life is the reason.
The people who said I would never amount to anything were mothers and housewives. My own mother believed our power was in the things we did and believed. My mother was also a singer, a dancer, a cook and housekeeper.
She raised four children, loved and respected family but never spoke about her values. She relied on "feminine mystique" and was loved by many but the word LOVED was never used.
In Britain at that time people did not use gushing words. This was England where many lost their lives or loved ones during WWII.'
I can hear one of my three children sigh. Because my writing is "preachy". I love all my children and grandchildren. They are part of my family who remind me that life matters. More than that, they are smarter than me.
I love the people who care about health, my mental health, the people who keep the Nanaimo Unitarian Fellowship going and the doctors and nurses who care about my health. I love the Jewish people, the Christian people, the gardeners, the tree trimmers, the producers of vegetables and TV programs. I love the neighbours who visit when my husband has to do his duties around the home and garden.
I love the people who have offered to take me to the synagogue when they were going. I love the mechanics who fix things. I love the neighbours who let me know when they are going shopping in case I need a lift. I love the woman who visits the tree in my back yard and trims it each year, the family who fix other broken things.
This is a long-winded way of saying I love humanity.
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