Jul 18, 2009

Define Yourself-Revisited

Ok, so here's the story about searching for candy...and god.
My mom was a crunchy granola long before it became California cool. For those of you old enough to remember it was the days of Adelle Davis, and health food stores were tucked back into obscure alleys without corporate logos.

Anyway, we did not have candy and sweet treats in my house. I remember putting blue food dye and molasses into a glass of milk as my closest approximation to a soft drink when I was seven. I felt that Halloween was a gift from the gods, and if someone told me I had to sacrifice other people in a blazing fire in order to celebrate this holiday, I would have done so without blinking. So that's where the candy part comes from.

For the second part...

I was raised in a typical Judaic home and we observed all of the tenets of reform Judaism. I still hold strongly to those values and that ethnic background, but even at a young age I gravitated towards eastern philosophy and spiritualism. I began practicing yoga at age 18 but after a few years it became only a physical pursuit not a spiritual one. (I am thankful for it as it helps keep my ageing body together.) I read and dabbled in meditation, Hinduism and chanting.

If I had to label myself, I would say I am more Buddhist than anything, and I try to live by Buddhist concepts although not strictly. Ialso am drawn to some of the Toltec wisdom that I have come across- I am still searching and I find truth in nature and in the writings of other people who are looking for this being/energy called god. Have you seen him lately?

Grandfather's joke

Every year for the holidays, when I was little, we would make the long trek from Maryland to Michigan to visit my grandparents. My Grandfather Ben Zendel had a riddle that he loved to tell:
Why does a dog wag its tail?
The answer was:
Because the tail can't wag the dog.

In some ways I feel like that is the current state of parenting in this country. It's out of balance and does not make sense.
A perfect example is the commercial for paper towels that I saw on TV recently. A five year old boy makes a huge mess in the kitchen. It's like a bloodbath with kool aid and cereal. The narrator explains that mom has the super duper extra strong absorbent paper towels so she can easily and happily clean up the mess. Mom is smiling. The little boy is smiling. I would not be smiling. I would have worn out the kid's bottom and then made him clean up the mess!