The day

I am healthy. In fact, I’m better than that. I almost fit – even fit as a fiddle. I don’t know how often I take the time to be thankful for that.

Today’s prompt comes from an email sent by a friend concerning a mutual friend of ours. “… has been diagnosed with cancer” was what was in there. Our friend. My younger friend. A lovely woman who brought smiles to all those around her. A woman with an infectious laugh and perpetual delight in the world around her.

Has been diagnosed with cancer.

How frightening, how scary, how terrifying. We all know we are mortal, but we don’t really ever expect to find the limits of our mortality. Or perhaps it is just me. I intend to live forever – so far, so good.

I hope that the joy my friend brought to world will have been recognized and Karma will return the joy to her and her family.

I suppose this should be some moral tale about the fragility of life and the uncertainty of our tomorrows. But instead of urging any readers to go all carpe diem or YOLO or whatever, what I really want to do is sit down and just cry.

I understand the need to live authentically in the moment and there are some days when it is more apparent than others. Mostly, even though I know it isn’t possible, I want life to be easy. I want each and every person to have health and happiness, fulfillment and purpose, joy and love. I know there is untold suffering in the world. I just wish it wasn’t so.

I wish my dear friend the best possible outcome for her treatment. I am content in knowing that she lives in a region with great medical facilities and has a family to wrap her in love and provide safety and comfort.

To you, my friends, may you find peace and comfort in this new year. My prayers, my heart, my love, and my bestest wishes go to you.

Always, your neighbor.


Just wrong


Well, plenty.

Comment from the poster of this to my news feed: Perspective.

Following comments: Person 1: Disgraceful!

Person 2: and yet that man is telling that child’s parents that it’s a sin to use birth control and that it’s god’s will they have more children although they can’t feed that one.

Person 2 again: if they’re even still alive themselves.

Person 3: Everything. Everything is wrong with this.

Well, I agree with this last statement. The colonization of Africa by European nations who exploited the natives and the land caused untold suffering and destruction to the continent.

A better picture to have up there instead of the Pope would be Queen Elizabeth. Much of the African continent was subjugated to the British throne with plenty of badness going around. The House of Windsor certainly has more personal wealth than the German guy who was the son of a local cop and rose in the Church to such a high rank.

Today, the biggest religion in Africa is Islam with 47% of the continent Muslim. But there is no chief honcho for Islam, would a picture of Mohammad suffice? Perhaps a sheik’s picture would be more appropriate.

To be fair, the second most popular religion is Christianity which is not the same as Catholic. The head of the Church of England is once again Queen Elizabeth and one would think that as the British colonized they would be somewhat loathe to import Catholicism in place of their own state religion, created to spite the Catholic Church. A few countries are higher percentage of Catholics as they were colonized by the Italians or Spanish, the Catholic countries.

As a response to Person 2, you are assuming, statistically incorrectly, that the child’s parents are Catholic and that the Pope actually had something to say about their reproductive choices. The more likely scenario is that the child’s parents are Muslim and that religion also encourages lots of procreation.

So this offensive picture might be more accurately portrayed with the Queen of England on the one half. Or we could put up some central target for Islam or even Mohammad rather than one for Catholicism. Maybe some oil field or sheik would suffice.

But I do agree, everything is wrong with this picture.