On Keeping the Sabbath

I just heard a fascinating interview on Fresh Air with Judith Shulevitz as the guest.

She has written a book about the history of the Jewish sabbath and also included a memoir about her own journey into keeping Sabbath customs. I found her lyrical and articulate, and her views impressed me. What I especially appreciate is the concept of resting as a community, and of stepping back from our attempt to manipulate and control the world for one day.

For one day each week, the Sabbath encourages us to enter into a moment outside of ordinary time and all the cares associated with it. I can’t do her ideas justice; it’s worth a listen.

Even for an agnostic such as me, it was worth a listen. And now I want to read the book. It resonates the way the Unplug campaign did. I found that the weekend I unplugged for one day, I felt more centered. Last weekend I did not unplug, and I felt I hadn’t even had a weekend!

Go here for more information and to listen to the interview.

A Poll

I want to know:

  1. how much do you spend on groceries per month (including household cleaners, personal items, etc. but NOT dining out);
  2. what part of the country do you live in; AND
  3. what is your family size?

I’m looking to see what other families of 3-4 in the Bay Area spend but am generally curious. Trying to see if we spend more than usual and if we should cut back somehow. Please email me privately if you don’t want to comment, kathryn at pobox dot com.

Practicing Courage (i.e., Patience)

If you practice the kind of patience that leads to the de-escalation of aggression and the cessation of suffering, you will be cultivating enormous courage. You will really get to know anger and how it breeds violent words and actions. You will see the whole thing without acting it out. When you practice patience, you’re not repressing anger, you’re just sitting there with it—going cold turkey with the aggression. As a result, you really get to know the energy of anger and you also get to know where it leads, even without going there. You’ve expressed your anger so many times, you know where it will lead. The desire to say something mean, to gossip or slander, to complain—to just somehow get rid of that aggression—is like a tidal wave. But you realize that such actions don’t get rid of the aggression; they escalate it. So instead you’re patient, patient with yourself.

–Pema Chodron

Something About the Wind

Something about the wind makes me feel alive…the seagulls and the sky…whether its sunny and bright or cloudy and grey or nighttime and I’m surrounded by vast darkness…I just feel…FULL. Full of love and energy….almost as though I’m porous and the wind soars through tiny holes in my body and I’m part of it all…the earth and the people and the relation of everything with everything…as though I don’t matter…but its not scary…its wonderful….i feel so free.
It’s the only time I’m not afraid to die. Cuz I can feel the wind and I know that I’ll always be a part of life…and the love and energy that are contained in my skin will be let loose into the wind and the world will just know how much I care and love and I will live forever.

–Eva Dien Brine Markvoort, 2006-2010

Eva was a lovely woman, full of spirit and beauty and fire, who battled Cystic Fibrosis and MRSA. She underwent a double lung transplant in 2007, but eventually her body rejected it. She went on the waiting list for another transplant. She fought to stay with this world until she could not. In February, she recorded this loving message to the world. She lived another six weeks, and died at age 25 on March 27, 2010. I’ve spent this morning reading the archives of her blog, looking at her photos, and marveling at how much life and love this young woman packed into her stay on earth. I wish I could have met her. I hope I can heed her words.

Click this link to see the movie, or watch it below. It might make you cry, but it’s important to listen. (And turn up the volume; her condition made her speak softly and slowly.)

By Leaps and Bounds

Today as Bean sat on her little potty, she announced she wanted to sit on the Big People potty. And that she wanted big-girl underpants. So we went to Target to get an insert to make the regular toilet kid-sized and to find underwear. She chose Hello Kitty and Tinkerbell underpants.

Then after lunch, she tried to sit on the big toilet, but the position was not quite right. So she sat on her potty and managed to complete her business after 45 minutes. (I sit on the floor to read to her, and man, it gets cold and hard!) She wanted to wear underpants then, but I said it was nap time, and after nap she could. Besides, the undies were in the washer.

So she just woke from a nap and asked to wear the undies. She sat on the potty but nothing happened, so we decided she would wear undies and go play. I told her to tell me if she feels pee or poop coming and we’d go sit. I’ve also set the timer for 30 minutes and will remind her then. Then I’ll re-set it for 30 minutes and we’ll go sit, etc. until bedtime.

I thought also that she was going to skip nap for the third day in the row. But eventually, about 45 minutes after putting her down, there was silence from her room for an hour and half. She needed the sleep! It seems, however, that changes are afoot. Big strides tend to happen in bunches with Bean. Her language is more complex (see the story she told that I posted a couple days ago), she’s needing fewer naps, and she’s potty training. There’s a lot going on!

Once Upon A Time

Bean turned two-and-a-half on Monday. Tonight Bean wanted to tell a story. She dictated, and I wrote it down word-for-word. Are you ready?

Once upon a time there was a girl named Stacy the Firefighter. She had a dog named Sparky. He was a Dalmatian. They liked to ride the fire engine and make the siren go. Stacy squirted the whole building. Stacy was sad that she ran away. She was scared of a monster. The dragon gave her a kiss to make her feel better. She didn’t know that a monster would be the same as a dinosaur. Stacy got down and got hurt. She got hurt by a plant. Stacy poked her finger on it. It was a cactus. This time Stacy said ouch because her finger got hurt. And Stacy went all the way home and she told her Mom and Dad how much her finger hurted. Her Mom and Dad gave her a kiss to make it feel better.

The End.

–by Bean Harper, age 2.5 years

What an imagination!

She also, as of two days ago, decided to start potty-training herself. She has asked several times each day to sit on the potty, and she has indeed succeeded in using it each time. I do end up sitting on the floor reading her book after book for about 30-40 minutes, but whatever works to get her started! She is very interested in what comes out of her body and in the process of disposal, flushing, and washing her hands. It’s as if some switch got flipped internally. Other people in our lives have been eager to start training her, and I have gently held my ground; I felt forcing this was a recipe for frustration and failure. I had a feeling she’d proceed on her own schedule. It may not be fast and efficient, but I have a sense that it will be emotionally easier for us all.

being a silly monster

Being a silly monster!

Women Hold Up Half the Sky

Last night I saw a movie based on a book called Half the Sky, written by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Their work through this book and Nicholas’s New York Times column is an effort to galvanize the world to pay attention to women’s rights all over the world. I could get on my soapbox and provide statistics about poverty, sexual abuse, maternal death, but I think sharing my reflections about one story might be more compelling. Before I do, though, I will share one statistic with you: globally, at least one in three women are beaten or sexually abused in her lifetime. Since I myself am among the group of “one in three” (although I don’t discuss it often here), I want to focus on how one woman has catalyzed major change in her culture.

I want to talk about Woineshet, a young woman who was featured in short film directed by Marisa Tomei. She transformed her experience of being brutally raped into a forum for changing her culture for the betterment of women and therefore, also of men. In Ethiopian villages a common practice — which has been upheld by the law — is that of men raping women and girls, who are then usually forced into marriage with their attackers. As a result of making the offer of marriage later, men cannot be prosecuted for their attacks. In one village, about 70 percent of the marriages found their genesis in this practice.

Woineshet was 13 when she was raped. She journeyed two days for a physical exam in order to provide proof for authorities, only to be told that her virginity was in doubt because the wound looked old. Her attacker was arrested and released on bail; then he abducted Woineshet again and held her for a month, forcing her to sign a marriage certificate before she escaped. Before a judge — who suggested that she was fortunate that her attacker wanted to marry her even though she was no longer a “fresh virgin” — she replied to the question of whether she would marry her rapist with the simple answer: “I refuse.”

She has since, with the steadfast help of her father, gone on to complete her basic education and is pursuing a law degree. She has pursued her case through the legal system in order to win the right for women to prosecute their attackers. What is more heartening, however, is her work to educate people to effect change in the culture which supports this practice.

There is a scene in the film where Woineshet has visited a village, and the men and women gathered to hear her story. A young woman who was forced into marriage after her rape spoke about how she felt. She was unhappy; she wanted to have an education; she wanted to be someone; she was angry. Then the man who attacked her — her husband — spoke from his perspective, of how his actions made him feel like a successful man. It is tempting to feel outrage toward him, but instead I felt something else: hope. I listened to this man talk about how he felt at the time, and how he has come to understand how devastating his actions have been. And he offered to apologize to the woman he’d hurt, and kissed her feet. I realize those actions don’t “make it all better,” but that’s not the point. This enlightenment must occur for change and healing to occur. He cannot undo his actions, but he can atone. Person by person, culture changes. Woineshet is an example of resilience and perseverance at the young age of 21; imagine how she might improve the world throughout her lifetime.

Join the movement: Half the Sky. Women aren’t the problem; they’re the solution, along with men.

Getting Away From It All Some Of It

We want Bean to enjoy nature, and it can be a challenge to find unsullied open spaces close to home. Last weekend we went to Los Gatos Creek Trail to walk. We decided to try the trail head in Los Gatos proper. Well, first parking was a challenge. And then the many people biking and running made it difficult for Bean to pursue her own meandering path. But what was most intrusive was the traffic. This part of the creek trail runs alongside Highway 17, which at this location is a six lane highway.

So, Bean did get to see trees, smell flowers, and — thrill of thrills — stand at the creek side and throw stones into the water. She loved the ker-plunk sound and the splash. But it certainly wasn’t a pastoral experience. I believe I’ve hiked another part of the trail that was quieter; I need to find out where that entry point is.

Last night at dinner with some friends, a woman mentioned Penitencia Creek Park. I’d driven by it on my way to Alum Rock Park but not stopped. This morning on a whim I took Bean. This park, too, resides in the midst of urban life, but what a difference location can make! While we still heard traffic, sirens, and airplanes, it was all in the distance. The weather was gently warm and sunny. The creek burbled cheerfully as we walked by. Bean got to throw stones into it and to test what happens when you throw leaves into the water. (They rapidly float away!)

There is a pond in this large, green open space as well, and it is populated by Canadian and white geese, American Coots, and white as well as Mallard ducks. The pond is fringed with thick cattail plants which make a great landing spot for red-winged blackbirds to sit and sing. We saw a robin red-breast hunting for worms, and many fat squirrels chasing each other. And, while the trail was well-populated by people, it didn’t feel crowded. Bean found a large white duck feather which she used “to tickle the water” of the creek. And the best experience of all for her was an encounter with a small black caterpillar on the paved path. She enjoyed the feeling of it crawling over her fingers and declared, “Her name is Sam.” She put the caterpillar in the grass so it wouldn’t get squished.

As for me? For a change I felt my body relax with the release from all agendas; I was content to meander and look with Bean at whatever caught our eye. We spent a lovely hour there and came home content.

Not That I Need Reminding…

But I am oh so lucky, fortunate, blessed; nature gave me the biggest gift of my life when I was 44:

Women are born with an average of one to two million eggs in their ovaries, which are shed monthly until menopause, with a 20-year old woman typically having 200,000 eggs.

That number halves as she enters her 30s and dwindles to as low as 2,000 after the age of 40.

–Physorg.com, New Blood Test Will Show Women’s Egg Levels

taking a break

Clever and Cute

This morning I went to retrieve Bean from her crib. She’d awoken moments earlier and I heard her talking quietly.

I opened the door, and was greeted with:

“Oh, Mommy, please go back to bed! I have to tell my friends about the time Piglet and I forgot to go to the grocery store.”

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She watches a show called Word World. It’s a neat concept; all the nouns consist of their letters shaped to look like the actual object. The main characters are Bear, Sheep, Pig, Frog, Duck, Ant, and Dog. Yesterday Bean kept coming into the kitchen asking me for cups of water and straws. First Sheep was thirsty, then Pig, etc. Soon the little table which serves as her “buffet” was strewn with these cups and straws.

At one point she said, “Bear is very sick. I bring her a cup of water to help her cough go ay- way.”

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Yesterday, we were waiting for our realtor to meet us at a house we were going to see. Bean’s barrette fell out. She asked me to fix it “so it will look nice.”

snack with friends

A Future We Can Change

Life is competitive around here. It is everywhere, but I feel it especially here — in the play group, among other parents in general, especially when the topic of education comes up. Last year, four Gunn High School students in Palo Alto committed suicide by stepping in front of trains; already one child committed suicide the same way this year. Granted, Palo Alto manifests “the best of the best” — affluent, highly educated, highly successful Silicon Valley players who want their children to succeed and exceed the norm. Not all school districts are as packed with scrambling over-achievers.

We want a good school for Bean, but more than that, we want a good learning experience for her, and a good life. I want to see this movie when it comes out. And I want to be part of the solution.

If you can’t see the movie trailer, click this link.