Moving On.....

1936 Cairo, Egypt

Moving.

Moving on.

Moving forward.

Move indicates change for the good.

Whether moving houses, counties, cities, states or countries.

Moving on signifies a change for the better. This does not mean it's easy.

But arriving at "moving on" symbolizes arriving at a decision and that is significant.

Because making a decision allows the move forward. Maybe with tears.

Perhaps smiles. Always with recall of

the process of progress.  

Progress rather than Perfection.

That's the yellow brick road.

Progress is MOVING ON & FORWARD.

Bakersfield, California 2015

Centuries of moving.......forward.

Blessings of a Yom Tov

February 2, 2015

Dear G-d. Please show me how to be fresh and new! I don’t want to waste the special chance I have to draw in the special feelings of renewal that flow through every Jewish holiday. Help me serve you on a completely different level. Please give me a beautiful etrog—a sensitive and open heart! Ignite my feeling heart with the flame of longing for you. Let my soul sing to you a song of yearning until I am totally transformed and renewed. Thank you.

Consider the journey

One generation to another.

The torch is passed.

Born in Spain. Move to Cairo. Then to Dallas.

Another born in Texas. Move from Wichita Falls to Dallas.

What is the likelihood of crossing paths.

That is the power of Besheret, Soul Mates.

Thirty days before we descend to earth a heavenly angel calls out in heaven the name of our soul mate.

Then we are born.

At the moment of birth the angel taps us above our lip, and we forget everything.

We are born, grow up and either do or do not find our soul mate.

If yes, what if it doesn't work?

If not, how do we bear the years of loneliness?

If born in different countries, how do we understand each others language if they are different? 

And if we are blessed to find another partner, is that really what G-d intends for us?

This picture is my dear friend, former mother-in-law when she was a small child. She is on the far left. Her brother is in the middle. A friend is on the right.

The photo is taken in 1932.

Consider the journey.

What more is expected of me ?

Scrutiny

Am One

Between

Within

I give and give and give each day.

Always someone is not pleased.

Or, threatened it seems.

Or, too competitive in the wrong way.

I do not understand.

I am human.

I reach my limit. When I do I am judged. Not for how much I have grown and stretched beyond myself to exceed my own expectations and limits.

But, rather by what I say or do or think in my moment of exasperation.

I try so very hard. 

What more is expected of me?

I cannot be bought.

I do not feel safe 

Or love.

Born into this, I try to uproot the dysfunction, but cannot escape for long.

Thoughts get uprooted, changed and progress is made.

Then, a single negative encounter set the glitches back like that.

It's often the mother lode.

No fault.

Just faulty programming.

My computer brain needs an upgrade.

Marc Chagall & Nicole Lidji

They speak the same language.

She translates his French tongue into English for the people on the Museum tour.

I am so jazzed to find this picture of my dear friend and former mother-in-law

and my sons grandmother.

Marc Chagall was one of the happier artists. Others seem to carry depression and defeat.

I feel like I have the privledge of her access.

Cool, right?