Happy Everything

January 10, 2017Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Reflections, Writing Tags: Caring, Discover Challenge, friendship, Happy Everything, love, Transcript, Writing 2 Comments

There are a few things so precious as knowing one is seen, heard, known, accepted, cherished.

Loved.

As is.

Just because.

And no matter what or when or how or what else is most certainly going on that may well take front seat and burner.

Few things are as real to the core of one’s heart and to the moon and back again.

When I forget, in the bustle of the day-to-day annoyances and to-do lists and in the boggy mess of worry and all manner of variegated helplessness … I remember.

This.

A card from a dear friend who is no longer here in physical form, and who even as she struggled to find light at the end of the already quite dark tunnel of the illness that would soon after claim her life, still held the thought and found the energy to send me this.

Just because.

From India.

A transcript of caring.

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via Discover Challenge: Transcript

Even the Uneven

January 10, 2017January 10, 2017Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Quotes, Reflections, Writing Tags: hope, inspiration, life, Quote, The Daily Post, Uneven Leave a comment

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Even the uneven

path

holds some stability

on the rickety

reality

of continued

hope.

For The Daily Post

Shine

January 9, 2017January 9, 2017Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: grandparents, Joy, parenting, Relationships, Shine, speech therapy, The Daily Post, Things Kids Say 1 Comment

From Etsy

She looked at me with sparkles in her eyes: “My Granny’s coming tomorrow!”

I smiled.

“We going to have so much fun!” Her eyes shone. “Granny is my favorite grandma ever forever!”

“You’re excited she’s coming,” I stated.

The child gave me the “that’s-the-understatement-of-the-year-look.”

The mom and I exchanged glances and laughed.

“Can you imagine her as a teenager?” the mom noted, chuckled. “She’s practicing the eye-roll already …”

The little girl transferred “the look” to her mom, but only half-heartedly. They were both of them quite giddy with the prospect of the visit. The grandma lives out of the country but the bond is evident. I often hear tales of simultaneous cookie-baking on both sides of the Atlantic, bedtime stories on FaceTime, and daily checking-ins. Now Granny will manifest in real life, and Mom’s eyes–an only child herself–were just as shiny as her daughter’s.

“She going to stay in my room,” the four-year-old danced on her feet, shoes alight with strobes and glitter. “I have the best comfy bed for her …” she lowered her voice in exaggerated gossip-conspiration, “because she old … but …” she glanced at her mother, maybe aware of the weight of possibility or maybe remembering the source of the added information, maybe both, “…she not dying yet. She just a little bit very old.”

For The Daily Post: Shine

Infinite sweetness

January 8, 2017Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Meditations, Reflections, Writing Tags: Gratitude, Infinity, life, Meditation, Poem, Sweetness, The Daily Post 2 Comments

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There’s so much harshness and rigidity, so many difficult realities, hardened views, unyielding opinions, and limited acceptance all around, that it can be easy to forget the infinite sweetness that exists all around us.

The infinite sweetness

In a baby’s smile.

In a youngling’s antics.

In the green of an unfurling leaf.

In a stranger’s compassion.

In a perfect strawberry.

In a sip of tea on snowy days.

In the sigh of warm bath water.

In the life that sheds and lives and sheds and lives in all around us.

In the repeating revolution of this planet, hurtling as it is through space in speeds we cannot comprehend and yet are an integral part of.

The infinite sweetness of what can be remembered with nostalgia and what is hoped for and may well become — or may just, possibly, find pathways.

To infinity.