Archive for April, 2010

Enthusiasm Uncurbed

I racked my brains for quite a while to try to find the right title to convey what exactly I was referring to. I am not sure it is 100% what I wanted but it was the best I could come up with after working night shift and getting home bleary eyed in the morning.

So in case the title wasn’t self evident, let me explain. If you are enthusiastic about a pursuit and you keep at it, the people close to you are going to inevitably be drawn in by your enthusiasm.

I have been noticing for a few weeks that when something unusual or funny happens around the house or to our family, my kids have started blurting out, I bet you are going to blog about that. A few times, the thought to blog about a certain topic hadn’t even entered my mind until someone in my family bought it up as potential blog fodder.

This past Sabbath we were 18 people staying over by us. (Actually 18 plus one gorgeous baby.)  Over the course of the day my blogging was of course discussed and once again I got suggestions about potential blog topics. I thought it was so nice how people were enthusiatic for me about something that was inportant to me.

So what I say is this. Share your enthusiasm for your joys and hobbies with those you love. You never know which of them will be your next source of inspiration.

Have you ever had people join in when you are enthusiastic?


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Blogging Fun!

We all have our own opinions and views on life. We each enjoy doing different things and each of us is proud of different accomplishments. What we view as a silly or unworthy pursuit, may be a very important and fulfilling part of someone else’s life.

The other day I was reminded of the importance of making sure not to belittle things that are significant to others, even if we ourselves view them as pointless.

I was talking to two people, one of them a good friend, and told them that I have started blogging and that I write everyday. The facial expression, comments and attitude of complete ridicule and disregard that I got from my good friend was completely unexpected and really unwarranted.

Luckily for me I am in a different place than I used to me. For the most part, I don’t let other people’s views cloud my perception of myself. I enjoy the blogging. I feel it is very cathartic and helpful to me. I am also pleased with the results. So thankfully, I really was able to shrug her comments off without feeling the least bit hurt. I did tell her that it was too bad and that I was happy, so I really didn’t care what she thought.

The whole incident did make me think about how careful we have to be about how we react to other people’s hobbies, thoughts, goals and ambitions.

Has someone reacted to you in a way you did not expect? Have you ever reacted to someone else’s news in a way you now regret?


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It is Passover right now. Passover is a Jewish holiday with many food restrictions. Mostly no unleavened food, aka no bread.

What there is, is a lot of cooking. Especially a lot of cooking with potatoes. Lots and lots of potatoes to peel and some carrots as well. But mostly potatoes.

Did I mention lots and lots of potatoes? Here in Israel Passover is a 7 day holiday. Did I mention it was a 7 day holiday with lots of potatoes?

After Passover, we pack away our Passover dishes until we need them again next year. Usually I am quite organized with typed up lists for the following year. I write down things needing replacing, things to buy and where I put everything.

Last year I was not my OCD self and did not type up the list. So it wasn’t until after I suffered through peeling about 20 pounds of potatoes that I realized that I had written down that I need to buy a new good peeler.

Gosh I wish I would have seen that before the holiday. All I know is that I am having 18 people for the Sabbath and that is a heck of a lot of potatoes to peel. It was not fun peeling them with the lousy peeler that didn’t want to peel. Actually it was a bit frustrating.

The Lousy Peelers

One thing is for certain, there will be a big note with my lists for next year. There is no way I am not going to have a good peeler for next year’s potato fest!

Any peeler recommendations anybody?

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Question mark

There are questions in life that you will be hard pressed to ever find an answer to that will be definitive and beyond dispute.

One of the questions to which I am referring is actually not about life but rather it is death. Death, the 5 letter word that has so many different meanings, fears, unknowns and questions attached to it.

Death is something that is dealt with differently by each and every person. It is dependent on your religious beliefs, your upbringing, your life experiences and whether or not you believe that there is more to the world than what we can see, hear or feel.

For me death and the questions surrounding it have followed me around most of my adult life. I don’t know for sure when my questions and fears started. I do know that aside from one friend of my parents who passed away when I was a teen, I did not come into contact with death of people I knew or loved until I was in my twenties.

I do however quite vividly remember a bible class in tenth grade about heaven and hell. The explanation we were given then about hell has stuck with me since then. I was taught that hell is basically the soul’s yearning to rejoin God, but the more sins you have the farther away your soul is from God for a period of time until you have paid your dues so to say. The teacher likened it to an avid baseball fan who really wants to sit right behind home plate during a game but instead is stuck in the last row of seats high up in the bleachers.

For some reason that description has scared me more than fiery pits.

Embrace Death

Over the years I have had many sleepless nights worrying about death. Almost to the point of panic attacks at night when all is quiet and I am trying to fall asleep. Thankfully I think I have put most of that to rest.

I have spent countless hours discussing death, learning about death and learning how to accept and cope with death. I have also been present at numerous deaths. Over the years there have been times when I felt that people were waiting for my shift at the ER to come and pass away. Something that in some ways pleased me but also scared me at the same time. I felt that the people’s souls who passed away wanted me to be there for their loved ones at that particular moment. It’s odd to describe, but that’s what I felt.

I know that I have a purpose here in this world. I know that I have things to accomplish and things my soul has come here to learn. I believe one of the things I have come to do either for myself or maybe to also help others with is to learn about death, how to cope with it and to search for answers about what there is after our body is no longer.

My problem is that I am a very concrete person. I need proof. I need unequivocal proof. But maybe that is meant to be part of my journey as well. To learn to feel things and believe what I know in my heart is true, whether I can explain it or not.

I believe in reincarnation. Some in my religion believe in reincarnation, while others do not. That is also something that took me a long time to come to grips with. The not knowing for sure if I was going against my religion by believing in things my heart was telling me was true. Even writing about it now on a blog where I know people who know me will read it made me hesitate a minute. Not because I think I am wrong in what I believe, but rather because do I want to possibly be looked upon as someone who has lost my mind. I haven’t, so I am writing this.

Maybe some of my fear of death comes from the way I have died in previous lives. I was told that in one of my previous lives about 100 years or so ago I died from cold exposure. Not an easy death. Maybe that is part of my issue in this life trying to understand and embrace the fact that life is but a short blip in our total existence.

I do have to say that knowing that I have previously died horribly and look I am here again has given me some strength. It’s kind of like, hey I’ve done it before, it can’t be that bad. Wierd I guess, but still it does give me a small measure of comfort.

So what do I believe? Believe but can’t prove. I believe that our life here on earth is only a small tiny part of our total existence. I believe that hell is our reviewing of our life after we die and seeing and understanding all the hurt we have caused other people.

I believe that how we view death and the after life will have a lot of impact on our soul right after we pass away. About how confused we are or how comfortably we glide into our new existence.

I mostly believe that we are here on this earth to accomplish things our soul planned for us to do. If you take the time to listen to your body and your soul, you will be put on the path that your soul planned for you to take. We just need to listen and to use the gifts we were given. We need to never give up hope because everything we do our soul learns from and we take with us.


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This blog post was written for writing workshop #19 run by Josie at Sleep is for the Weak. I chose the third prompt: Write a story or a poem or something descriptive to try and share your view of what happens when we die.

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