March 27th, 2007

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Good Morning!

I am soon over to the East Bay.

I am still with a great deal of feeling around this with the Edwards.  One thing that bothered me in the campaign for vice-president was a night they were all up on the stage.  The children were running around on the stage and Edwards gave them a scathing look.  They were to "behave," according to his idea of what that meant.  He is disciplined in himself and with his children.  Just that look made me question my vote for him, and yet, I know that to be a politician you have to be stamped from different leather than I.

I am with his remark that their two children who are six and eight will be fine, that they will "fly" on their own.  I think John Edwards has always worked and he is correct that they will be fine and learn to fly.  We are all fine, but I do wonder about it, and his empathy for children, and their need for unstructured play, and in that, his ability to honor and hear the voice of the child in himself.

In the Rosen session last week it came up that one way I survived is that I left my body.  I was thinking about that in the shower,  how I was supported not only by all of you, but also by spiritual, soul filled levels of myself.   I believe that most say who have been through these things that "re-entry" is tough.   Re-entry is the word used.   I think we drop back down into, fall back into the body.

It may be that John and Elizabeth are living in soul filled and spiritual realms, and can navigate this more physical world too.  I certainly pray for both of them and their children.  How could we not?  Our hearts go out to them in their courage and pain.

I am honoring my fragility today.  I do fear that the cancer will return.  I am grateful I can feel it and speak it.  Maybe that will move it through.  My father had surgery when I was nine and I went to visit my grandmother and aunt in Chicago while he healed.  It was summertime and I swam in Lake Michigan and they took me to the Conrad Hilton for a dinner show, and they gave me every treat, and nothing equaled the moment I saw my father again.

What do we want most?   To be with those we love.  

I know the Edwards believe in service and I trust their choices for them, and I appreciate that they are bringing the subjects of death and illness more fully into the public domain.   They represent something for us now and that may be the service they provide, and they do seem to speak for the "common" man and woman.   Who knows how it will all play out, but, for sure, they have stirred up a great deal in me.

May you have an in-the-body and out-of-the body sort of day.  May both inner and outer unite.  I see the sun is back, and it seems the wind has stilled.  It is a March day, a day of change, the lion and the lamb at play.
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Evening -

I am smiling.  I like the comments from Calenorn!!

I had a full day in the East Bay and a lovely dinner and discussion with a friend so now I am home to catch up with my email and soon get to bed. 

Did you know it takes twenty pairs of muscles to move your head?   It is head moving muscle appreciation day, according to me. 

My mood is lifted and light!!

May yours be the same, or not.   There is a place for each of us to attach our wings for flight.
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Barge boats -

I read this from Jon Carroll's column today and have to laugh.  The summer before this my book group visited England together.  We chose the Cotswolds and thought a walking tour and a barge trip would be just right.  We didn't realize that our barge would be the largest on the canal, 70 feet long as I recall,  with the five of us as captain, navigator and crew.  It was funny in retrospect and funny then too.  I am sure we provided a host of laughs for others and definitely for ourselves.  

Here is Jon Carroll today:

    I just finished a book called "Water Like a Stone" by Deborah Crombie. I'm not necessarily recommending it; the writing is just competent, and the villains are sketched with thick black lines with red arrows pointing to them. I had thought the point of a mystery was to be, what's the word, mysterious.

    On the other hand, the book contains long and loving descriptions of "narrow boats," small barges retrofitted as homes that cruise the canals of central England. At one time the residents of narrow boats were mostly poor and eked out a marginal living at factories and shops along the waterways. Then the boats became quaint, and now they act as exotic second homes for London professionals in lieu of a cottage in Dorset.

    It is now a convention for mysteries to be set against an obscure backdrop, so along the way to discovering who killed the vicar in the brothel, you learn about cheese making or butterfly collecting or rabbit breeding. I like the convention -- mysteries are all about convention anyway, about turning chaos into order -- and it's nice to see this one upheld so enthusiastically.