Weekly Whirligig
Saturday, June 29, 2024
Not Everyone LOVES a Parade...
Cemetery Management - the little things one never consides
Because knowing the importance of documentation maintenance from decades in the past to know who has paid for what plot, is buried where, how deep, in what kind of container and the marital status of all previously deceased inhabitants.
Dealing with an irate family member who believes that with a staff of 12, each and every one of 40,000 grave sites should be meticulously manicured on a daily basis. This requires a level of compassion, diplomacy and unflappability that will make dealing with the effects of dementia a walk in the park.
Dead people don't complain. But their live relatives will find any reason to be dissatisfied. The fact that a plane flew over during the service and they couldn't hear the readings. The fact that there is dirt and grass and they had to walk in heels over uneven ground to reach the graveside service. The fact that names or dates are wrong on markers when the proofs must be signed and checked for accuracy before production commences. The fact that dad's second wife is buried next to their mother while dad is still living - despite the fact that he owns the plots.
No matter when someone dies, no one is ready to deal with the logistics. There are unresolved conflicts,
A Bird in Hand... and Another on the Wing
A family of sparrows made a nest outside my parent’s deck
door entrance to their home. Decades ago, my grandfather had a mechanic’s shop
and put an upside-down coffee can under the eaves for a returning family of
sparrows to have a dry and supportive space to build their nest. It’s fun to imagine
that this family is a distant descendant of those sparrows that followed my mom
to her current home.
She discovered the nest last week while watering a hanging
plant and has been feeding and chatting with the mother bird and really
enjoying the presence of nature in her midst. Yesterday she was observing the
fledgling birds venturing from the nest and attempting to fly for the first time.
Her excitement at watching this little miracle occupied most of the day.
On my way to visit my parents, my own fledgling called on
the phone. He is moving from a stressful home environment to a new “nest” of
his own. He ventured to California as a very young 17yo college student and has
been a proud CA resident for the last 11 years.
His friend group planned for years to rent a home together with five individuals.
The application process and move process was grueling. He moved to San Diego
with no job arranged and found frustration and need to borrow money from
roommates complicated his relationships to the point he needed to move out
after repaying his debts. Hmm. Didn’t mom caution about both circumstances? Yes,
but mom is mom. THIS time, he is moving to a new location, closer to work,
retaining a secure job and moving in with two unknown roommates as their third to
balance the costs. Taking mom’s suggestions, wow. The difference a challenging
year makes. So my own fledgling needed a pep talk and reminded him to stay
optimistic, hydrated and well fed during his moving process.
While visiting with my parents, there was a flutter of noise
behind my chair. One of the baby birds had inadvertently entered the house
while the slide was open and become disoriented. It decided to try to fly through the window
and found a solid obstacle. Mom started to go for it with her bare hands, I
grabbed a soft towel so the human scent would not ostracize the bird, the towel
would cushion against injury, and hold any soiling caused by the adventure. It
perched on the windowsill with a very perplexed “Help me get out!” look. Gently
grasping the bird with the towel between my palms, I marveled at the miracle.
Having a wee bird cupped in one’s hands is a powerful feeling
of power and powerlessness. Too much pressure could injure it; too little and
it could fall. Just snug enough to feel it quaking with the new sensation. What
a rush!
The bird was set in a plant outside to recover. It hopped
down to meet mama, was promptly fussed over/at, and flew away. The purpose of
parenting is to hold snugly, but loosely so that the wings can be tested, and
flight achieved.
Sunday, March 26, 2023
Weekly Whirligig: Disciples of a different time, place and journey
Disciples of a different time, place and journey
For the first time this Lent, I have some idea what the disciples were feeling. Jesus took them through the process of what was to come in parable and story and preaching, but they really had no idea. What would happen? How it would affect them and others far into the future? They could not fathom the far-reaching affect of this separation from their friend. I can somewhat understand their walk in the wilderness, not literally, but figuratively.
Friday, June 11, 2021
Jewels in my Life
The rings and bracelets I wear my heart on my wrists and hands, literally. They each have deep sentimental value and represent lifelong commitments to friends, sisters and women who formed the core of my being. My wedding band symbolizes the commitment to a friend of over 30 years of trust, honor and not obeying but compromising so that we both win. When a dear friend died earlier this year, I had her ashes made into a cocktail ring semiprecious stone and inherited all of her costume jewelry rings that were her fashion statement. The rest of my portion of her ashes sit appropriately in her jewelry box.
Four bracelets I am rarely without are the birthstones of self, mother, BFF and one for the brilliant blue of my grandmother's eyes.
Sunday, May 23, 2021
"ALL mothers were summoned when HE called out for his MAMA"
In reviewing the new post, I discovered this DRAFT that was never published. As we approach Holy Week, it is timely as the sins of the past still occur in our day to day.
"ALL mothers were summoned when HE called out for his MAMA"
https://georgefloydstreetart.omeka.net/items/show/1390
Throughout this pandemic time, I've been plagued with insomnia. At first it was something I fought, then embraced the quiet solitude to embark on questions that led me down deep rabbit holes. Questions entered my brain that could not be ignored. One such question was a comparison of the last words of George Floyd and the last words of Jesus. I found resources for both and they appear below with credit for each compilation at the bottom. May it give you pause and compel social action. A drive to be educated, a drive to learn the rest of the story regarding our collective human history and a drive to make changes in large and small ways that will have a ripple effect into future generations. Peace. MDM
When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved
standing nearby, he said to his mother, "Dear woman, here is your son,"
and to the disciple, "Here is your mother."
1. Mama, mama, mama!
“When George Floyd called for his mother, he was calling for all of us,” said a friend
of mine who is the mother of a young Black son. When Jesus was dying on the cross, he
looked to his mother, Mary, commending her to John’s care. We can only imagine how
Mary felt to see the life slowly leaving her son’s body. In his last moments, Mr. Floyd
cried out for the woman who brought him into this world as he realized he was being
ripped out of it.
"I am thirsty." (As translated in the New Living Translation (NLT.)
2. Please, man.
When Jesus was on the cross, he appealed to his tormentors to quench his thirst.
Mr. Floyd appealed to the humanity of his tormentor to save his life. He was already on
the ground and restrained. He was not a threat. This plea echoes the signs of the 1960s
strikes when working-class Black people asserted their dignity by simply saying, “I am a
Man!” It also echoes the appeal of Sojourner Truth for persons to see and value her
humanity by saying, “Ain’t I a Woman?”
I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."
3. You’re going to kill me, man!
Mr. Floyd told Chauvin he was dying and pleaded with him to stop. As the trial goes on,
we are hearing the damning testimony of persons who all say they know they witnessed a
murder — an assassination perpetrated by white supremacy at the hands of the police.
How many times have we heard deadly force being justified because of a perceived threat
or a need to stand one’s ground? We remember the witnesses of Jesus’ march to Golgotha
and Simon of Cyrene who did his best to help our Lord.
“My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
4. I can’t believe this.
Floyd’s disbelief that a transaction with an alleged counterfeit bill could cost him his life.
The shock from emergency personnel who clearly saw the signs of distress yet were not
allowed to render assistance. The horror of rookie police officers out on their training
patrol witnessing a superior crushing the life out of a restrained suspect. We all cannot
believe the cruel brutality of white supremacy—yet it plays before our collective eyes daily
with its deadly consequences. We remember the brutality of the Roman Empire and the
fact that Jesus’ execution was an example of the continued assurance of their supremacy
through brutal oppression.
Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
5. Tell my kids, I love them.
Floyd had a life before he became a martyr, a slogan and a T-shirt image. He was a friend,
a son and a father. Behind every victim of racism is collateral damage — grieving children,
a heartbroken community, the lost potential of what could and should have been. Even
though his death has become a symbol of the cost of institutional racism for Black people,
George Floyd was a real man with real people who mourn him and have been robbed of
his presence in their lives. We remember Jesus’ human relationships and the grief of his
loved ones that often get lost and forgotten in the course of Jesus as a symbol of divine
love.
"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.
6. I’m dead.
Between 1920 and 1938, the New York branch of the NAACP hung a flag outside of its
office emblazoned with the words, “Another man was lynched today.” In 2015, the flag
was revived and updated to say, “Another man was lynched by police today.” Jesus’ death
was a public lynching complete with a gambling show. The world has borne witness to
Floyd’s lynching — many anguished, others cheering and some nonchalant — in the same
way the spectators watched Jesus hang his head on Golgotha as the sun set.
... he said, "It is finished!"
7. I can’t breathe!
The most well-known phrase that embodies how white supremacy has strangled the life out
of Black people globally through the trans-Atlantic slave trade (Maafa), colonialism,
apartheid, segregation and a litany of other terms associated with white supremacy and
anti-Blackness. It was first seared into our memories when we watched Eric Garner have
the life choked out of him. On May 25, 2020, over 600 years of global anti-Blackness
seemed distilled into a single moment as a white cop ripped the spirit out of a Black man.
We remember Jesus committed his spirit to God as his lungs collapsed from the crucifixion.
https://religionnews.com/2021/04/02/on-this-good-friday-let-us-reflect-on-the-seven-last-words-of-george-floyd/ - John Thomas III
Fairchild, Mary. "7 Last Words of Jesus." Learn Religions, Aug. 27, 2020, learnreligions.com/7-last-words-of-jesus-700175.