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time and healing
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Britton Gildersleeve
I was reminded today healing happens, but it takes time. More than a week ago, I cut my finger pretty badly. I think the verb I used was ‘clove,’ since I whacked it w/ my brand-new cleaver. As you can see, it’s pretty much back to normal. A little tender, needing some attention now &…
peace, love, and teaching our children
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Britton Gildersleeve
I often think that old hippies — those of us who were in it for the peace & love, not the sex, drugs, rock&roll — became teachers. Because that’s what the teachers I know believe in: peace & love. Peace between kids, parents, teachers. Between the administration of a school and its district. Between those…
ritual and being our own best friends
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Britton Gildersleeve
So yes, I am the person who will make Việtnamese coffee w/ a stainless steel straw, bought specifically for the occasion. Because ritual rocks. Seriously: it offers us structure and space, time to sip a cold drink and pamper ourselves, as we would a loved one. A dear friend. Someone who needs a little extra…
friendship, memory, and love
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Britton Gildersleeve
My mother-in-law has a friend! This may not sound like a big deal to many of you, but those of us w/ family in elder care KNOW it’s bigger than it may sound. Nursing homes — even good ones — aren’t conducive to happiness, sadly. My beloved mother-in-law was used to her own place, her…
time travel
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Britton Gildersleeve
Today over lunch, my husband & I went back in time. We don’t do that very often — it’s boring for other folks, and it’s just not really us. At least, not most of the time… But today for some reason, it just came up. We got to talking about hotel rooms (we’ve stayed in…
where memories live
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Britton Gildersleeve
This is the tag on my father’s blanket. The blanket he had long before I was born, probably bought before my mother reunited with him in the Phillipines, 13 months after they married. It’s a softly worn (once scratchy) wool, something like the old Pendleton three-stripe blankets (and it has three black stripes). Years ago,…
wildflowers, watermelon, and summer negligence
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Britton Gildersleeve
This is part of what I did today. Certainly the better part. After an early morning — spent w/ a lawyer, not every my favourite thing to do — my sister called and needed help. She’d been left holding the bag (actually, 6 bags) for her HS reunion gig tonight, and hoped her big sis…
we are NOT failures
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Britton Gildersleeve
A dear friend, in a recent conversation, told me that a mixup at her job was all her fault. It wasn’t (just FYI), but she’s been trained — as both a female and a good person — to accept responsibility for when things go wrong that she’s involved in. Here’s the problem with that:…
right livelihood
By
Britton Gildersleeve
Recently someone asked me why I hate capitalism. I don’t. I do hate greed (and I wish I could — with accuracy — use a less violent verb). There’s nothing wrong with an honest living. We all deserve a home — shelter — food, clothing, and medical care. An education. Skill sets. Independence, in other…
the fragrance of lilies
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Britton Gildersleeve
These are two of the lilies growing against a rather derelict fence at my son’s & DIL’s. Beautiful, pale yellow, with only a light lily fragrance. Not the heaviness that always seems to suffuse funerals. I love them, of course. Cut them while my DIL was away at a working retreat, and placed them in…
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