I don't know how many of you dear readers, remember the actual day of 12/7/41. I do. And one of my most enduring memories is of going to the produce section of the grocery store and seeing the signs that said "We are Japanese-Americans". I can only imagine how painful that day must have been to them - and, even worse, how awful it must have been to be rounded up and shipped off without the due course of law. We Americans have not been - nor are we now - able to face uncertainty without lashing out and back. Time to grow up, don't you think?
I wonder, as I write today, of why I am writing this blog. A woman friend suggested it and I thought "okay, I'll do it", never really taking the idea inside and meditating on it. I love to write, to be sure. I love to express thoughts in words on paper, if you can call this "on paper", and yet I also realize I write for some kind of validation and recognition. Living alone has its pluses and its minuses and one of the minuses is that I miss being witnessed; being seen; being acknowledged. Is writing a blog the best way to fill in those holes?
I wonder?
In the meantime, I will take the whole subject into my morning meditation, after saying
Thanks for it all!
About Me
- Grandma Carol
- Born in Hermosa Beach, California, raised in Glendale, attended elementary, junior high and high school there. Mother of four, grandmother of eleven, great-grandmother of three. Having dabbled in writing for most of my life, it has been suggested to me that writing a blog about my experiences, perceptions and intuitions would be a way to touch hearts and minds hopefully throughout the globe.
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