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30 November 2011

Weathering the Storms

Ma, Thanksgiving 2011

Life is full of challenges for all of us.  Each of us has some struggle that goes unknown to most people.   Often I forget this fact when I am swimming in self-pity, worrying about things that I can not control or change.

Have you ever sat on a park bench and "people watched?"  

Wondering about someone's life, looking at them and imagining their untold story has always been a favorite past time of mine.  This activity seems to connect me to the individual in my sight.  I feel more compassionate toward strangers; shifting my focus away from myself opens my heart.

Visiting the nursing home, I have met many folks; all of them with a life that is just as special as mine.  All of them experienced love at one time in their lives.  Success, failures, heartaches, loss... every one of the people I see sitting in wheelchairs in the lobby of the home have experienced life.

Compassion flows through my veins, it's the essence of my spiritual life.  I believe that we are all connected and we all need each other to remind us about the importance of love.  Why do we forget in the first place?

Ignorance is bliss. 

Like you, I too have been ignorant to your thoughts and feelings.  I was bathing myself in sadness, bringing with it more sadness.  Pulling the shades of my heart, I shut you out.  I cried.  It felt wrong.  I began to visualize us all together, happy and sharing our lives.  The good times and the not so good times.  I sucked it up and opened my heart to you.  Like magic, healing began with a single hug... Thank you.  No one ever said that weathering the storm would be easy!

Thanksgiving 2011


  1. Susan,
    You and I are a lot alike this way. I think those same thoughts daily about people around me. Thank you for putting it into words. Sheri

  2. When my husband was dying of Amyloidosis and I was up at all hours with him because he couldn't breath or he was struggling in the bathroom, I remember wondering how many other people were out there at 3 am sitting on a bathroom floor or on the side of a bed fighting their own battles with the dark and thinking they were alone.

    Now I am doing it again with my mom, who has LBD. Up at 3 am with mom clinging to the door frame refusing to get back into bed because she is angry with me about something I didn't do (sending away visiting relatives who had never come to visit). But I know there are millions of others out there "weathering the storm". Even though we feel alone because of the hour and the darkness, we aren't.

    Your blog is a wonderful lifeline, you know. Thank you.

  3. I like when you put these things into words, Susan.