Daily Archives: March 13, 2010

Have You Tried to Die?

  • Have you tried to die?
    • Hard isn’t it?
  • Without assistance
    • Of drug, tool, friend, or foe.
  • The dieing and the trying
    • Are very trying for family and friends.
  • Have you tried to die?
    • Not in our control, is it?
  • The time is written in God’s hand.
    • The waiting is in our time.
  • A humbling experience
    • Of great magnitude.
  • Have you tried to die?
    • It takes patience, doesn’t it?
  • Almost more patience than we have
    • And then, just a tiny bit more.

Originally written:  June 27, 1996

  • This was a reflection on the waiting period when you know your disease is terminal and the moment you passover into a better world.   A dear friend was waiting for the time.  These words came from the deep pain I had while waiting with her.
  • Several other relatives and friends have known their disease was terminal and had this long waiting period before death.  It can be a bitter waiting time.  I have also seen on passing that was a blessing to family and friends.
  • A neighbor celebrated her life with her children.  The last evening she called each young child to her room.  She talked to them until each was comfortable and had no more questions.  The next morning was gone on to her rewards.
  • Her husband followed through with her request to all prospective attendees of the funeral  not to wear black.  He asked on his wife’s behalf that everyone wear white and yellow.
  • It was a beautiful goodbye ritual I hope to duplicate someday.

Come Holy Spirit!

  • Come Holy Spirit
    • Help me overcome.
    • Overcome my weaknesses.
  • Come Holy Spirit
    • Help me become
    • Become like incense.
  • Come Holy Spirit
    • Help me transform
    • Transform ugly to beautiful.
  • Come Holy Spirit
    • Help me live.
    • Live in and thru Him.

Originally written:   July 8, 1996

  • A Jesuit priest and a warm human being told me to stay in the middle of the road.    He said not to worry about being perfect.  He said the simplest prayer is best.    This was my prayer.  Father Bernie Brannen is remembered in my thoughts and prayers each day.

Alone on the Shibuyo Line

Alone on the Shibuyo Line

  • As I stood and rode the Tokyo Subway Shibuyo Line five teenagers were seated shoulder to shoulder. The second from the right was a girl. The others sat in positions of teenager slouching, crossed legs, leaning on each other.
  • However, the girl sat up straight head slightly inclined, eyes gently closed, shoulders rounded to avoid contact with those around her. Her face was impassive. We rode for miles and miles. Minutes upon minutes. No change in posture. No change in expression. A serene picture amid the clamor around her.
  • The thought comes unbidden. I can be alone in a crowd. This girl did it. She has closed out the world  while in the magic realm of her mind. She looked so serene.
  • Then another trip on the Tokyo Subway.  We were crammed in as close as sardines. I was touching people all around me.  So was everyone in the subway car.  I looked around and saw each of them had developed a way to handle the closeness.  
  •  They had found a way to keep themselves separate in an overcrowded subway car.  They had found a way to be separate from their surroundings.  Within their bodies that were trapped.  Within their minds they were free. 

Originally written: May 16, 1996

  • I learned a lot that day. I had seen someone separate from the chaos that surrounded them. It was a noticeable difference between the teenagers that surrounded the girl on the train. They did not harass her. The just were doing their own thing. She was not one of them. It became very obvious as time went on. Eventually, the teenagers got off the subway. The teenage girl stayed and got off 2 stops later.