Mary Beth Writes

I’ve been trying and trying to write but it hasn’t happened so this morning I looked at some of my old stuff and found this from ten days after 9/11. Made me remember who we are.

I think the miserable karma of Trump is happening. I hope we will be okay. I’m not sure how talk about the harm he has done and is doing now. 

But we … we are still who we are.

The flowers in the photo were a surprise gift, just yesterday, from a friend.

I have edited it a bit. 

September 21, 2001 Lost in Racine - An Aftermath of Civility

"We know that nations often come together and discover their true strength when some apocalypse has occurred. For some reason we human beings seem to learn best how to love when we're a bit broken, when our plans fall apart, when our myths of our self-sufficiency and goodness and safety are shattered. Apocalypse is meant to bring us to our senses, allowing us a sobering, and usually a painful, glimpse of what is possible in the new life we build from the ashes of the old." From Amazing Grace by Kathleen Norris.

I was talking to a friend who works in an office in Chicago. She said, "You know, about half my job seems to be talking on the phone answering the dumb questions asked by clueless people. I'm always professional, though often it's through gritted teeth. But since Tuesday, that has changed. I don't know exactly why, but when I pick up the phone and there's one more stupid question coming at me, I don't care. It doesn't seem like a waste of my time to explain things with great care and genuine civility. I just keep thinking how precious we all are."

Two friends have mentioned that people are driving more courteously. One guy said, "No one has cut me off or flipped me off in a week. People seem more patient, more willing to be polite."

A child who at that time was a BF of my 4th grade daughter called my kid to ask her to help run a lemonade stand and baked good sale on Sunday afternoon. They'd give their proceeds to the Red Cross. 

They made lots of flyers by hand and then passed them out around her neighborhood. The flyers invited people to either donate baked goods or to come to the sale and buy things.

Her mom related this to me later. "Sunday morning so many people, some that I don't even know, turned into our driveway to hand us trays and packages of cupcakes, cookies and muffins."

Three little girls and one little brother decorated a utility table with red, white, and blue streamers. They made a sign that said, "Take what you want, pay what you can."

That afternoon those children raised, I'm not kidding, $373.15. My daughter told me in amazement. "A lady came and bought five cookies. We saw her put a funny looking piece of money in the jar. When H's dad checked it, it was a fifty-dollar bill."

The dad took the rest of the baked goods, along with a kid-made poster explaining the situation, to his job the next day. His fellow office workers bought the rest of the stuff for $250.

I related this story via e-mail to some friends around the country. A neighbor from our first neighborhood in Chicago wrote back that kids in her neighborhood had the same idea. They set their card tables at a busy intersection. In two days, they raised $4000.

"People were opening their windows during red lights to press $20 bills into the kids' hands. The grocery store where they were buying the lemonade found out what they were doing, immediately donated all supplies, then promised that whatever the final total was, they'd match it."

A friend from North Carolina wrote, "I spent Saturday morning delivering furniture to a newly-arrived Hispanic family on the other side of our county. It was really just another one of our Mission projects but the slow trip in a borrowed truck did give time to contemplate relationships. The chasm between the first and third worlds has never been deeper, but it didn't seem like that driving under sparkling Carolina blue skies, delivering furniture from one large home to one small one."

I guess there are two things you can do with an apocalypse. You can let the event itself take over, molding you with terror and hatred. You can fixate on blind revenge. You can let grief and fear roll into your life and never roll back out.

Letting these responses shape us would be understandable. We witnessed true apocalypse. There was nothing moderate about the destruction and loss we suffered.

But look at what so many are choosing. We are choosing life. We are choosing gentleness, generosity, compassion, and forbearance.  

An apocalypse is horrific. After it, we must choose again what we stand for and how we will now live. What I see are people yearning, for a chance to act generously.  

 

                               

               

 

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....but oh so fitting to this morning's news. A work day for me today, so no time to catch radio or tv news yet. Can't imagine how these actual dollar revelations will be synthesized by my chosen news sources. I am livid to think some, like the Trumps, can so lavishly live and get a $750 tax bill. I hope the info will help us achieve some solidarity to heal the political wounds caused by this man and his consorts.
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I hope so, too.

Me too. Patricia/Fl

Oh yes, i loved what you wrote then and still love it now. A message worth repeating.
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When our first instinct was to reach out with love, to try and be of use. It wasn’t to criticize the rescue effort or to blame others for the attack. And it certainly wasn’t to minimize the impact of the attack in order to defend the administration. We need to get back there somehow.

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Susan's Birthday Questions 10/19/2020

(One decorates for October birthdays with orange trees.) 

Last week was my birthday. My niece Susan sometimes sends me birthday greetings where she asks excellent questions. She doesn’t know I still have the card she sent six years ago; I meant to answer her questions in the blog I had then, but I never got around to it.

Stereotypes Day

Today is October 12th - Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Not Columbus Day, okay?

I was in the process of giving birth to one of our kids and it was getting on towards midnight. The midwife wondered whether our baby would be born on the day we were in or whether it would be a few more minutes and then the child would have the next day as their birthday.

10/11/2020 This Crazy Advent We're In Now

This painting is by Andrea Kowch  http://andreakowch.com/

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Regarding Time: It’s been about a million months since the quarantine started. It will be an at least one epoch if not two, until a vaccine is available to quell it. Election Day is here now (I’ve already voted, have you?) yet it feels as if it will never be done and gone. Even when Nov 3 arrives we could be in for more epochs of anxious and angry waiting as ballots are tallied, argued over, recounted, all while lawyers and politicians fight and scrap.

Quarantine Diary #204 10/4/2020 3 Short Takes

Three things to say today and none are about our goatish, swag-bellied, canket-blossomed president. How to create a Shakespearean insult. 

1. I just read this WONDERFUL and REMARKABLE book! The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Quarantine Diary #200 The Debate

Regarding that Debate. 

I’ve been at a zoo when a cranky monkey starts throwing poop. That remembrance came to me last night. Watching Uncle Joe try to answer questions while Trump trash talked everybody and everything except white supremacists – that was damn ugly.

Quarantine Diary #187 "Hope is the thing with wings ... "

Last Sunday our congregation met in real time at an outdoor amphitheater along the Fox River. Everyone brought their own chairs and we social distanced like the thoughtfully PC UU’s we are. It was lovely to be together again.

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