August 25, 2014
“And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?”
“And what did you want?”
“To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the Earth.”
— Raymond Carver, Late Fragments
“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”
— Victor Hugo
I chose this shelf of family photos as my 10th “life object” because after all, they represent the true objects of my affection, my family and friends. When it is all said and done, I think it is my relationships that will prove the worth of my life. I am lucky indeed because I do feel beloved.
I am no longer a daughter or granddaughter. But I am still a wife, mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and friend. And although these ties and connections are the most rewarding parts of my life, they are also my biggest challenges and, from time to time, the biggest sources of pain. Sometimes I suck at relationships. I make mistakes and disappoint myself and others. I unintentionally hurt the ones I love best. I’m stubborn and critical and stuck in my ways. Oh my, I could go on and on about my faults. But so far, thankfully, I’ve been able to start again. And again. And try better.
Here are a couple of lessons I try to remember when things start falling apart:
“One of the basic problems in close relationships is the tendency to expect the other person to be and act the person you want them to be. It takes considerable maturity to allow the other to live his or her own life. You may have certain needs that you hope your friend or lover or family member will fulfill. You may live by certain rules and habits that you hope everyone will adopt. You may have a worldview that works for you, and you can’t understand why someone closer to you doesn’t share it. This clinging to self-interests has to change. You may have to learn to appreciate and ultimately enjoy the other person’s ways and especially the mysteries that lead them on.
Allowing the other his or her own life and destiny is a spiritual achievement, a religious act, if you will, that raises the relationship above the level of mere human connection.”
— Thomas Moore, A Religion of One’s Own
“Love is an act of endless forgiveness.”
— Jan Karon, Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good
“If we look at another person only as a self, we see differences. If we look at others as possessors of a soul, we see ourselves reflected in them.”
— Rudolfo Anaya, Jalamanta: A Message from the Desert
“Take the love . . . leave the judgement.”
— Mary Muncil (This lesson was simply and beautifully illustrated in a blog post that a friend forwarded to me.)
May 20, 2013
Whew, are you feeling like a pilgrim yet? I feel like one of those tour guides holding a flag or a pink umbrella, pulling you along the various highpoints of my April journey. I hope that you are not groaning and saying, not another one of Rosemary’s slideshows!
When friends and colleagues asked me, upon my return, what was your favorite part of the trip, I couldn’t name one thing. How do you compare walking a coastal path in Iceland with visiting Kafr Kama, or the souk in Akko to the one in Old City Jerusalem, or my sister’s backyard breakfast with a restaurant meal? I’m not being coy when I can’t name a favorite experience. I loved every minute and feel fortunate for the spectacular sights as well as the quieter ones.
For me, putting together these blog posts about my travels has been pure joy. I get to re-live my trip again as I go through my photos and travel journal, trying to put together a narrative that shows you my impressions of the destinations I visited so recently. I hope you will continue to bear with me. I still want to blog about Amsterdam and France!
November 1, 2010
I have a selection of my favorite photos framed and hung on the walls of my home. I recently changed the photos in this frame. I chose a few of my favorite photos taken this year. It’s refreshing to change things up a bit, even in this small way.