I go to check on her

“Mommy! Go away! Santa won’t bring presents if you’re not asleep.”

Last night someone rang the doorbell. I had just gotten the wet child into bed and AS ALWAYS the dog barked her brains out. I had my bathrobe on because I was cold.

My home is my castle. The doorbell ringing is an attack.

But this is Christmas, and probably it’s a package. I peep out and see an older man. What is this? Do I have to sign for something?

I open the door enough to let my head out and keep the bar kingly insane dog from escaping.

It was a neighbor couple. A two days ago maybe weeks they had admired our Christmas lights and how we got them so straight. No the woman had made us Christmas cookies and want to share and thank us for our advice!

Veronica went looking at Christmas lights with us last night. There are a set of houses that get featured on TV and stuff. One of them had musically coordinated flashing lights. She was delighted.

Then another one  is nearly as complicated, but it had a lot of toys on thr front yard.In their 2nd story window, they have  TV, and they play a video of santa looking out and being busy up there.

Veronica was convinced. “This is Santa’s house!” Then, she wondered. She asked me, “Is this Santa’s house?”

“Ask your father”

Chris said, “No Santa lives in the North Pole. That’s a TV, see.”

She looked a bit crestfallen. Then she said “Yknowhat? We need to drive to the NOrth Pole tomorrow and tell santa I want an ice cream maker.”

I have a dentist appointment on Friday. I’ve had a very up and down relationship with my dentist office.

The first time I went there was a few years ago.  The dentist looked in my mouth and shook her head. “There are a lot of problems here.”

She had no idea. At that time, I had hit the wall. I was leaving a slimy smear sliding down the wall in a blubbering mess with no strength to push away.

I couldn’t do anything right. I frantically needed a win. I was losing at so much of everything. In my desperation I thought a dentist appointment would give me an easy affirmation. There is no way to fail at going to the dentist, right? Easy win.

I hadn’t been in a while. In my mind, this was a victory and I deserved to be given a fatted calf and welcomed into the arms of dental care of the like a long-lost beloved.

It began with the hygienist. “You need to brush your teeth.”

WHAT?! I do brush my teeth!

“There is a lot of decay here. You also need to floss. It looks like you got a bad draw from the genetic lottery. It happens. You are going to have a tough time.”

There were a lot of follow-ups. I longed to prove their estimation of me false.

“I have been flossing,” I told the hygienist with pride on my next visit. She shook her head and looked grave.

What could I do to make them happy?! How could I make this right?

I was diligent. I needed to do something right, couldn’t they see what I was doing? I had started new habits, I was showing up and was working so hard. Wasn’t it enough?

Fillings and cleanings, I searched the faces of these professional experts for a sign of approval.

The dentist herself was colder, not as warmly concerned as the hygienist. “You have a lot of cavities here. We will have to get this taken care of. Make sure to check with the receptionist for your next appointment.”

They crowned my teeth but not my heart.

In a last effort to win the prize of affirmation, I had all four wisdom teeth pulled. The oral surgeon and his handsome and so sympathetic son (also a doctor!) were caring and congratulatory. A week of painkillers and I had perfect teeth.

My mouth was a clean battleground of victory!

At last I attended my next appointment, knowing that this time I would win the approval I so richly deserved. I had earned it.

The hygienist poked into my mouth. “Does that hurt?”

Yes!

“Your gums are too sensitive. Are you using the right toothpaste? This is a problem.”

My gums are too sensitive? TOO SENSITIVE?!

My mouth is jammed open, but my MIND is full of choice words. My gums and teeth are as they are. Too bad you are disappointed in my existence.

I have done every every thing you told me to do, and you wouldn’t even believe me when I told you I developed new habits.

Is my mouth wrong? Did I come too late to the party? Mine are the gums that have always been sensitive, even since I was a kid. That’s why I didn’t develop the flossing habit. Because it hurt! and now that I have been so brave and overcome THE PAIN and I DO floss, you still disapprove.

I’ll never get the gold star.

What a horrible choice, to place my happiness in the approval of a dentist chair.  Guilt and Novocain are the tools of their trade.

I know better now. I never would have been so desperate in the first place to get their approval if I’d been listening to myself.

I’d been putting it off, when I went the first time. However, one flaw does not mean they hold the wheel for the rest of time. I should not place myself at their mercy.

Guilt is a high priced hobby. .

I’m here now, as I am. And I win.  Every day, every morning, I can give myself a gold star. That wall is far away and I’m not hitting it.  You can’t make me.

I woke up at 5 this morning because my neck was killing me. I think I need a new pillow configuration.

It’s gonna be a great day!

I have church christmas pageant rehearsal today. This is the beginning of my life as stage mom. I will be sitting in on Veronica’s rehearsal’s for wizard of oz for several months to come. I am looking forward to bringing my laptop and getting some work done.

WAY better than a starbucks frankly. #1 it’s free #2 it’s cuter and I know I am being a supportive mom.

Ok. I also have a bunch of christmas shopping to do. Chris told me HE had bought things for my stocking, and I might want to do the same. He’s such a good dictator.

WHERE is the dog’s stocking? Veronica was quite worried about it. It is with our deceased cat’s stocking (which is actually a mitten, because thats cuter). It is still lost.

sigh

The question is, do I wash my hair? Showering is going to happen…but wet hair in this chilly weather is no fun.

phoo

I’m going with no.

Which reminds me, I want to see if I can find another tiara. Wearing one to work on thursday was AWESOME.

HAPPY SATURDAY!! I LOVE ALL MY PROBLEMS!

RED RED WINE

In the virtual green room (at home) waiting for the preschool christmas show. SO excited.

Veronica sobbed her way through jingle bells last year. THIS year she will own the stage, I am sure.

After all, she’s four now

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The crowd at the preschool Christmas show is very ready to be pleased

The 18 month old knocking off his antlers inspired a moan of joy very similar to the crescendo at the end of a fireworks display

“Aw wwww!”

Forget crashing weddings. This vibe is unparalleled

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• Live tweeting the preschool Christmas show? Maybe. You’re saying twitter wasn’t invented for such things?

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  • There is much peering through the curtains as the try to figure how to make the music play at a consistent volume

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    • Oh now the two years olds are holding hands and dancing. Good show!

       

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      • Seems to be a lot of bearded fathers in the place. Is this a trend? Hmmm

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      • The best choreography is the dosido of the parents with cameras stepping back for the NEXT set of children and parents. There is an art

Chris is critiquing the flow “they need ed Sullivan”

• The suspense!! Will the rainbow kids do justice to “it’s a small world holiday”?

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  • The crescendo!!! Is it the wrong song? NO! They are knocking it out of the park!!! The props! The medley!!

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    • Ok *i* stood and clapped but a solo ovation lacks power

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      • Let’s see how the froggies render jingle bells. Last year v courageously sang through sobs in the froggie lineup. Now she’s a busy bee

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        • The crowd is thinning. I would like to judge them for not supporting the older classes. But I can’t cast the first stone

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          • She waved to me from the wings! No tears this year. Gravity got much weaker

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            • The froggies had excellent hat handling. Bravo

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              • It’s now! It’s time!

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                • She was in the back row , nonetheless it is a steep decline from the heights of stardom to bedtime. It must be approached gradually.

                  ———She is asleep! That cup of tea will at last be mine !!!!

There are a lot of holidays around this time of year.  A lot of them have to do with faith. These are the dark days.  The darkest day of the year, the winter solstice may very well be the inspiration for most of these holidays.

It so happens that I am having to write about faith for my latest book. The loss and reuniting with faith. Which is not so easy. In my case, faith had been an old friend that hurt me.

Faith was faithless.

Except that’s not really possible. The problem was all the other voices. I decided that it was not faith, it was not God, which had failed. It was all the teaching I’d received. And when I reached across the chasm with my little finger like the Sistine chapel, I touched faith again. I found what I was looking for, the tiniest bit.

Readers, stick with me. This is a story from my perspective, and yet I think it is more universal once the whole thing is done.

I wanted more and more. It was not as simple as when I was a child. I was a mature 19 now. The stories and their interpretations did not work in my life. Here is what I wrote yesterday for my book:

I still didn’t trust preachers.  I wanted to read the Bible, but I knew the whole thing had been “explained” to me and explained wrong. What was God really saying? How could I see through the mask of lies that covered these pages for me?

I picked up the bible my parents had bought for me a few Christmases ago.

Some Bibles were red-letter editions, printing the direct word of God and Jesus in red ink. “Let there be light” in Genesis was written in red. “It is finished” in the gospels, when Jesus died on the cross, was also red.

If I only read the red, just the words that God himself had spoken, maybe I could trust those to uncover the truth.

That is indeed what I did. It turns out that it is nonsensical to read direct quotations out of context, so I took the easy way and read the whole gospel. All four of them. Again and again. They’re not that long. For weeks on end I read the gospels. They’re pretty short. These words again and again. What did they mean?

Why did Jesus keep saying: “He that has ears let him hear”?

Everybody has ears.

I was still mad, in my young righteousness, at the preachers who had messed this up for me. And I didn’t trust them, ANY of them.

But I was sick to death of the gospels, and I needed more. It took a while, but I jumped off the high dive into the rest of the New Testament. Despite St. Paul’s very very black mark of teacherhood, I decided to give his letter to the Romans a try.

The very first chapter of Romans, has this:

The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of men who suppress the truth by their wickedness, 19 since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. 20 For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.

Launch out of the chair and start pacing and ranting!  RIGHT THERE AND HELL YES! Those preachers and pastors are indicted by the very gospel they preach. Yes, I KNEW the wrath of God and heaven should be sent down on these terrible people.  He says it! God’s qualities are clearly seen and understand from what has been made. They are WITHOUT EXCUSE.

And there is more: God is understood by what has been made.

That makes perfect sense. If the world was spoken, in red letters, into existence, then all of creation is God’s word, on par with this Bible. They are the same.  It is all God’s word.

God can’t contradict himself, or he’s not really God right? So if I see something that doesn’t make sense, it is because I don’t understand it. On the Bible side, OR on the creation side.

This was big. It was certainly lifting the mask that had been laid over the pages of my Bible. I had to understand this, all of this better.

I had a prayer and bible study habit for years. After this new understanding, I wanted it. For two and a half years I barely missed a day.

And then.

I had read the New Testament over and over. But in that long of a time, it was getting repetitious.

I was 21. I loved God. And I knew one thing: from the tips of my crazy hair to the bottom of my feet I was nothing but ignorance. Down to the molecules and the space inside them I knew nothing.

At least I knew that. My times reading and praying were great. I loved the closeness to God of those times. I still hung onto the idea that God is everywhere and in everything.

So why did I only feel this intensity of his presence during my prayer times?  I wanted to kick down the walls of this prayer closet. I wanted out of the closet.

It was clear to me that my ignorance was keeping me back. The Bible had given me what it had, but the rest of the world was something I needed to study. I needed to address my ignorance with greater intention.

I stopped. No more. No more reading and prayer times. The world and all that was in it would stand as revelation.

Hello world!

Here we are at the holidays again. It’s a religious time, it’s a traditional time. There is the underneath, the “true” meaning of Christmas or solstice or any other holiday. And there is our history and all the things that are said that lay on top of the truth.

We take the time to intentionally think of one another about now. Gratitude and lights and gifts. Truth and faith and hope come up too.  We sing together.

What is the point of the big story I just told you? This very personal experience I just shared with more than a hundred people?

Am I less ignorant than when I stepped away from studying the book? I would say my ignorance is more nuanced now. A richer, more experienced ignorance.

It is ignorance with stories. Stories like the one I just told. I tell it for the holiday. Not because I think it is so important. But because I think it will stick in your head, and some part of it will help your holiday musings about faith.

So my job is in the medical field. And I very seldom have to do actual medical things

Today I got to spend time looking at a new technology in an emergency room.
Nobody wants to go to an emergency room. Well that’s not true some people do. Some people work there

Today I worked there

A woman came in and maybe she had a stroke. Her family was there and they were worried about her. She was a little worried about herself too

I was so worried about her and her family. When she described her symptoms I started to wonder if I was having those symptoms. I thought oh this is me having an empathic reaction

I realized I could do nothing to help these people. Other people were doing everything to help them. I asked myself “is my empathy helping these people? ”

No it was not.

So I decided to stop. That feeling was not necessary and in fact it was hurting me

I may use that question in other areas of my life

Here is a tale of synchronicity.
This morning call upset me very much. I was overwhelmed with the question . And I also felt like what ever my purpose in life was I was surely failing to see it and to perform it

Jessica asked who wanted to speak up. I wanted to but the only thing I wanted to say was what are you trying to do it to me with this question!?

I did not say that. I kept quiet perhaps I should have said something but I felt overwhelmed

She said you cannot fail at being you. I was trying very hard to believe that and it is a struggle

Look for synchronicity

Look for the signs that the universe is rising up to meet your needs and fulfill your wishes

There are new signs posted on the highways right now.

They used to read “click it or ticket” now they say “minor accident move over to the shoulder’

The comedian and podcaster Adam Corolla has been ranting that we needed to change the sign Before I started taking Jessica’s classes, I listen to Adam carollas podcast a lot.

Now they have changed the signs! When I noticed this, I thought I wish I could hear what he would say about this. Of course, right now I am not listening to entertaining recordings I am listening to jesss class every day

. I had to change from my personal comfortable car to the company car to make another company trip . The radio was tuned to KROQ and Adam Corolla was talking. Right that minute I got to hear him take credit justifiably for the change in the signs

How perfect is that! As Jess would say.

Not only is it synchronicity that I had my little wishfulfilled, but it’s also a good example to keep speaking your truth and knowing what needs to be known
The world aligned to Adam Corolla. It can do it for me

we took veronica to the nutcracker today.

It was a big deal. She liked it, and handled it better than oliver.

She had to miss her nap, and it was quite a challenge to sit through it. But she was a champ.

Unlike Oliver, she did not declare that it was here turn tomorrow.