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Sister Silliness

My sisters and I started the morning chatting about some family news. We checked in about how back-to-school has been for our college, high school, middle school, elementary and pre-preschool kiddos. We joked about all the free time we should thus be having but don’t.

I can’t tell you exactly how we meandered there, but the topic came up of a person who has a reputation for arrogance. My sisters and I, all yoga doers, were puzzled that this dude — also a yoga person — seemed stuck on himself and  a deflator of others.

Now, my sisters and I are prone to go off on tangents and giggle for hours (remember Gynee College?). When Tami said this…

sisters giggling about silly things

…I turned it into a meme.  (That’s not him, for the record.)

I’m not sure if y’all will chuckle at it like we did, but damn, in that moment, it was FUNNY.

The last time you and your besties couldn’t stop giggling, what was it about?

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Peace I Leave With You, My Friends

Especially in light of so many polarizing events in 2014, I’m featuring this little story, retold from my teacher, Ethel, who was, herself, retelling it.

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Why Can’t There Be Peace on Earth?

A child asked at bedtime, “Mommy why is there war? Why can’t there be peace in the world?”

peace in the world

“Well, to have peace in the world, we need peace in our country.

“To have peace in our country, we must have peace in our city.

“To have peace in our city, we must have peace in our neighborhood.

“To have peace in our neighborhood we must have peace in our home.

“To have peace in our homes we must have peace in our hearts.

“My child, do you have peace in your heart? Are you always kind to your siblings? Friends? Acquaintances? Strangers? Enemies?

To have peace in the world we must cultivate peace within.”

peace begins hyper locally

I wish each of you dear readers — and myself — peace within.

And here’s my annual singing Christmas card

…delivered with a little help from my sisters.

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Fall From Grace

There’s a phenomenon I’ve observed in first-borns like myself, people who gain siblings around the age of 1 or 2 or 3.*

We experience a fall from grace.

For a time, we are at the center of the universe, as evidenced by the fact that our parents’ lives revolve around us. They delight in taking care of us. The are always looking for novel ways to make us smile and giggle. We get 100% of the peekaboos, the lullabies, the goofiness, the spotlight. We experience undivided attention.

And then, it divides. We gain a sibling and lose the limelight.

One of my earliest memories is of sitting in the back seat of our Dodge as Dad pulled into the hospital entrance to pick up my mom, who had been gone a few days after getting quite fat. Dad was giddy to bring her home again, along with something called a “baby sister.” Now, Mom swears this didn’t happen, but in my memory she was wheeled to the car with a pink bundle — pink because IT WAS WRAPPED IN MY PINK BLANKIE!

Mom says of course she didn’t use my blankie to bring my sister home in; Sheri had received her own blankie. No matter. In my mind, I was already sharing with this alien. First my blankie, then my room, and in the blink of an eye I was no longer the center of the universe. I was now forever to share the mom and dad who had theretofore been mine-all-mine. My universe was permanently rent.

A few years later, Sheri and I ceased being enough for Mom and Dad, and Tami came along, further dividing my world. But by then I had the cognitive skills to also see the addition of the situation. As you know, my sisters are among my greatest treasures.

* After age 3 or so, children are able to deal with the feelings of the fall from grace more rationally, using their advancing cognitive skills (as my husband did when his younger sister came into the picture when he was 5). But prior to that, it’s a sheer emotional experience, sans reasoning. You just know that you’ve always been 100% and suddenly, you sense you’re only half that.

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Periodically I’m adding to my Off the Beaten Path playlist made just for you, reminiscent of the days when you’d painstakingly record songs from the radio onto a cassette for an important person in your life.

The way you are in mine.

Last month we were in the 1960s with the Mamas & the Papas and a little cover ditty from moi. This time I share with you a song from the 1970s, Andrew Gold’s Lonely Boy, that acknowledges one young man’s fall from grace.

What do you think of this Fall from Grace theory?

Lori's mix tape playlistAnd just for good measure, I’m adding in another song that my dad used to listen to in the 1970s. Loudly. The chords are simple and the lyrics are rudimentary, and Beautiful Sunday works because it reminds me of a simple, carefree, happy day growing up, hanging out with my parents and sisters.

Stay tuned for more off-the-beaten-path music. I’ll be periodically adding to this mix tape, made especially for you, and the playlist will gradually grow.

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