Saturday 9/12/2020

Weight 122.8. Groan.

After hiking with Mike at some gorgeous places in Eastham yesterday, I came home to attend a wake for a woman who died of Alzheimer's and whose husband I got to know fairly well through my support group. It was harder than I thought it would be. He is such a kind and loving man. His sadness but acceptance brought back a lot of memories. I came home to a lonely evening because the kids were out and had some wine and snacks I didn't need to feed my sadness.

But today is another day and Mike is coming for dinner (I am cooking - scary). We will probably hike somewhere in the afternoon. Tomorrow is the baby shower so I will be gone with family all day.

Here is one of the pictures I took in Martha's Vineyard which I have found myself really liking:

Have a safe, healthy and social day!

I went searching for a description for what the picture was representing to me- why I liked it so very well.

Those boats are dwelling in a "Thin Place"-

Thin places are places of energy. A place where the veil between this world and the eternal world is thin. A thin place is where one can walk in two worlds - the worlds are fused together, knitted loosely where the differences can be discerned or tightly where the two worlds become one. (Found in Celtic tradition?)

Who knew there was a term for such a place? that's where those boats are!

Off to read about thin places....

Wow! I need to read about Thin Places too.

I fount this (chills): "In Irish Celtic lore, "thin places" are those locales where the veil between this world and the otherworld is porous, where there is mystery in the landscape. The earth takes on the hue of the sacred among peoples whose connection to place has remained unbroken through the ages."

Maybe the picture of Shel's angel in the forest counts too?

The very thought occurred to me, too!

I know - I feel that!

I took a picture of my husband in Ireland that must have been a thin place. There is something so moving that shows up in the photo that I didn't see until I looked at the photo. His red headed blue eyed sister Mary had passed away that year, and somehow I felt he sensed her presence. She identified strongly with their Irish heritage too. I can't figure out how to post pictures here, so I put in Tremendous Tribe. Does it seem like a thin place?

Liz, No doubt your friend greatly appreciated your presence yesterday. Catholics believe that attending wakes and funerals is an act of mercy. No doubt these acts of mercy come with a price to our own hearts, which just emphasizes the generosity of being present. Sadly, we all have stories of friends/families who did not show up for us. Good for you for NOT being one of those.

Scale moved down a tiny bit more. And I walked with my friend this morning. She's having marriage troubles. I'm glad I can be there for her to help her process, but it adds to my mental "it's totally okay not to be married" file. (I also have a "why it's okay I don't have kids" file). What a lot of work to be married to someone who is not invested in making the marriage a happier and better one, but prefers to lay down the law and sulk. One who wants a lot of praise and credit for going to counseling but then spends all the time in between sessions building up defenses as to why the therapist's critiques of his behavior are wrong. I really feel for her. No surprise he resents our walks because he's controlling. Pardon my French, but F him.

Not much else on the docket today. I need to pick up some more deli turkey and rye bread (I love rye bread, but somehow don't abuse it like I do other breads).

Ferg has had his walk and is sleeping it off. I have too. A nap sounds nice! But first grocery store.

Wishing everyone a good day!