Monthly Archives: December 2009

So powerful is the light of unity….

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It really says something about the universality of Bahá’u’lláh’s words that they’re being used in a United Way public service announcement of season’s greetings.  And let’s face it, at this time of year, set to this music, Season’s Greetings = Merry Christmas. It does make sense, though, to use the words of one Manifestation of God to celebrate the birth of Another.  All part of God’s everlasting Covenant.

This PSA, along with my morning thoughts (about my love of Mardi Gras) could trigger enough thoughts and feelings in me to circumvent my annual grinch-iness.

The utterance of God is a lamp, whose light is these words: Ye are the fruits of one tree, and the leaves of one branch. Deal ye one with another with the utmost love and harmony, with friendliness and fellowship. He Who is the Day Star of Truth beareth Me witness! So powerful is the light of unity that it can illuminate the whole earth. The one true God, He Who knoweth all things, Himself testifieth to the truth of these words.

Breathing easier

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Apparently, I’ve been in a tizzy for the past two-plus months.  I knew I was stressed, but didn’t realize how much so until the weight of it was lifted.  In the past few days, Sam’s been offered  and accepted a job. Which led to us being able to say we’re going to stay in our apartment.  Suddenly, I can breath easier. I don’t get a tightness in my chest wondering about what comes after December 31, and how well we’ll adjust to living in my parents’ home again (and how well they’ll adjust).  I don’t have to think about acquiring boxes and filling them. So far, I’d reached a grand total of one box, packed and labeled (though not yet taped).  I’m still trying to continue the purging, though. We just don’t need all this stuff.
Bonus: Sam’s new job is in the same building as his current one, and will start right after his current one ends, so there will be no disruption to routine. Except that it won’t be accompanied by the stress we’ve been under for the past nine weeks.

Eight years

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Eight years ago today, I was cleaning my apartment, in anticipation that Sam was going to break up with me, and wouldn’t it be better to wallow in a tidy space? And what else is one supposed to think when one’s boyfriend says we need to talk? He was busy cleaning his face of his beard, as he felt it more appropriate to propose without facial hair. It is probably an understatement to say I was surprised at what came out of his mouth when he arrived at my apartment. So much so that I wasn’t really in a position to answer just yet.

Eight years ago tomorrow, I said yes.

Trying to focus on breathing

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Somehow, it’s become December. And already December 2.  The past few days have been focused on my child’s stomach pains and bowel movements (or lack therof in the case of the latter). Fun, fun, fun!  In my mind, staying home with him would also provide an opportunity for preparations.  Think on, mama.  There is no time for preparations when one is busy rubbing a tummy, listening to moaning and groaning, and trying to create an atmosphere for release.  All while feeling like I’ve suddenly been thrown into a universe where my child is suddenly four months instead of four years old.

Preparations for what, you might ask. Our next phase in life, scheduled to start at the turn of the year.  We’re not sure what this next phase will look like, but we know that in the next month (minus 1.5 days, and counting), we need to:

  • Reduce the amount of stuff we have, via Craigslist and donations
  • Find a storage and transport arrangement for the rest of our stuff
  • Pack our apartment
  • Arrange things at my parent’s house so that we can temporarily move in with them
  • Sam needs to finish up his work stuff
  • I need to get on top of what has come at me this semester and put things in place for next semester, while also working on the proposal grant that funds my program

This kind of freaks me out since we have only a few more weeks before we hit winter break.  This is a good thing, since we can then shift attention to packing. But I feel like I have too many things vying for my attention.  I know people get through similar situations all the time. Hopefully, in another month or so, I can count myself among them.