Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Importance of Farewells


When we were growing up, Mom and Dad made sure we learned our manners and they were religiously enforced – more by my siblings and myself than by my parents actually. One of the things we were taught was to always greet people when coming in and always acknowledge people when leaving. This was standard procedure in our home so we were kept informed of each other’s goings and comings by greetings and salutations.

It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized how much of an impact that one little courtesy had on my life. One day a friend was visiting and at the end of our visit she just got up and left without saying anything more. It wasn’t that she was angry or upset or anything like that, though at the time I wasn’t so sure and I spent time wracking my brain to see if I had done something to offend her. After I got to know her and her family better I realized that it was just how they were. When it was time to go, they left! Needless to say, it took some getting used to for me.

What I didn’t realize at the time is that the courtesy of saying farewell, see you later, bye, peace – out, provided closure to our visits and there was something inside me that always needed that closure. In a sense, saying farewell meant to me that our time together had been acknowledged and appreciated; perhaps even that I had been acknowledged and appreciated. On some very primal level, that acknowledgement had a far deeper meaning than just the courtesy it embodied.

I’d had friends that insisted that I never say “Good bye.” For them that was too final so we would use other terms of parting. What that told me though was that acknowledging one’s departure was important, not just to me but to others as well. It told me that for some of us, what we say even is indicative of our future intentions. To say, “Later!” means something different than “Good bye.”

Maybe I’m wrong in thinking this, but I’d venture to say that most of us appreciate closure whether it’s temporary, like going to bed or away for the weekend or final like the death of a loved one. I haven’t figured out why it’s important; it’s more a feeling of importance than an actual fact. At the same time those who have not felt closure over one thing or another usually seem to have a nebulous sadness hanging over them. When, in some one way or another, they are able to come to terms with it, in some cases handling the farewell by proxy, the sadness disappears or at least diminishes.

Perhaps the most important farewell in my life is one I was not privy to witness. In fact, it happened centuries before my time. Yet still, for me, it is the most salient valediction because it means I am not alone even when I feel alone and somehow when I feel “invisible” around others, I still feel acknowledged and appreciated by One who always sees me. Before He left, He said, “…And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

No, I'm NOT cockeyed!!

One thing I meant to do with the first post was to explain the title of my blog. First off, I'm not cockeyed. Well, maybe sometimes when I'm very tired and start day dreaming my eyes may go a little off center, but generally speaking, no, I'm not cockeyed. That part of the title is actually taken from the song in the Roger's and Hammerstein musical, "South Pacific." Great musical with a message that unfortunately still needs to be heeded. One would think we would have come a lot further along the way in social development considering that many of us witnessed the turn of a century and the dawn of a new millennium. But, I won't get on my soap box this time about that.

People who know me well know that I have a tendency to have random thoughts pop into my mind pretty much all the time. My kids get tired of me sending them texts about arbitrary things and they suggested I get a twitter account. I've always told people that I had popcorn for brain cells because of the way my brain seems to work and always be "on." It loves to make connections all the time and one thought always leads to another and yet another and.....Yes, it is maddening at times and I often find myself working hard to focus on the current conversation and not entertain the capricious thoughts that are popping off in my mind.

One day I decided to start blogging about my random thoughts. I figured it would be a good way for me to work on my "electronic footprint" in the world and give me some practice with my writing (which I am proud to say is at a five star level at both Guru and Elance freelance sites!) and be a way for me to share my random thoughts with whomever may be interested. And voila! Popcorn for Brain Cells was born!

So if you were to ask me what you can expect to read here, I'd have to shrug my shoulders and say quite honestly, "I dunno! It depends." A writer friend of mine suggested that I consider choosing a specific topic around which to blog. That makes a lot of sense to me, except then I'd probably end up with 20 different blogs. Just like I have about five or six different journals going at once because each one is dedicated to something specific even though entries in each may intersect regularly. Actually I did start another blog about dementia. It's called "The Dementia Dimension" and it's about my journey with Mom as we deal with her dementia. (I give credit to my daughter for the name. Thank you my little chickadee!) I'm going to try not to get a boat load of blogs going! Unless, of course, I'm blogging for someone else and getting paid for it!

Here's another example: my best friend in the world of all things crafty suggested I consider narrowing my scope of craft projects down to a few to have some consistency and order. I tried, but I just couldn't do it. I like too many things and my mind goes off in too many directions. The only thing I could almost stick with was doing things in blues and purples. I'm drawn toward sky tones, particularly sunrise and sunset colors and I love jewel tones. But I couldn't decide to just stay with making dolls, or cards, or jewelry, or... the list just goes on.

Well, there. You see what I mean? My mind just goes off wandering willy-nilly wherever it pleases if I let it. So this space allows me the luxury of sharing odd bits of nothing special to those who find it interesting or amusing. For all my eclectic friends out there - come and join me. I know I'm not the only one with popcorn for brain cells!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

"Knee Work"

It gives me great pleasure to report that the reunion was a success - despite the fact that there was another family "reunioning" as well and they... how shall I say this tactfully? They left quite an impression on everyone! So much so that we wanted the hotel personnel to know that our reunion was in no way connected to the other. Have you ever been to a hotel where some of the guests held a fish fry bar-b-que? In the parking lot? Well, there is a first time for everything!

Regardless, we had good weather for the picnic on Friday (ours was in the park!) and the renewing of vows on Saturday which was outside in a beautiful arbor area. I had the great pleasure of singing for my cousins as they recommitted themselves to one another. It reminded me of the old days when I used to sing at weddings. I'd take my guitar and sing the wedding songs of the 70's. Yep, I'd sing my little heart out lauding the joys of being in love and getting married. I even wrote a few songs for some of my friends who asked me to sing at their nuptials.

Once, I remember, I was singing at an outdoor wedding and a fly landed on my forehead and strolled down my nose. I kept singing, but I also started praying that the fly would not end up in my mouth! Thanks to God, it didn't and I got through the song just fine - except for the mosquito bites. There weren't too many since I always put repellent on, but I had to be careful not to wreck the finish on my guitar.

Anyway, our 57th reunion was a hit...a good time was had by all. This past weekend my brother and his wife helped pull off her family reunion at Bay Lake, MN. They also were faced with dire weather forecasts. It always amazes me what a little "knee work" can help accomplish. Just like at our reunion, it rained in the morning, cleared for the day - just in time for all the outdoor fun - then rained again at night. I love how that works! I know lots of folks will think it's just coincidence. But I think it's more like what my brother, the minister, calls a God-incidence! Once again, a good time was had by all.