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Be a Little Deaf

Lovely Day

Two things. First, I listened today to a guided meditation by Georgina Noel titled “Connecting With Next Level You.” She is a mixed bag of F-bombs, red lipstick and black leather, raucous laughter, and beautiful guided meditations. One has to stay open.

Anyway, this meditation conjured up a golden retriever and an image of me very similar to one that popped up once before. I’m older and thinner, with wispy grey hair pulled back, smiling peacefully. I look a bit like Roshi Joan Halifax. Next Level Me is wise, spiritual, centered, the picture of contentment and equanimity. Nothing about her suggests scrappy pickleball player, sharp-tongued friend, loud-singing Rummy Royal player, cursing Mahjongg devotee, or enterprising artist/writer.

XO

Second, in Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s book, My Own Words (with Mary Hartnett and Wendy W. Williams), she tells of her father-in-law advising her that to make a marriage work, you need to “be a little deaf.”

There’s a pearl of wisdom for you! This simple but profound gem applies not only to marriage, I feel, but to any relationship one might have. How much happier I, for one, would be if I could just ignore those little comments that annoy, irritate, and stick with me for hours or days (years?). Often they’re made by people who do not even figure that big in my life, and yet. Or maybe they are comments from people I love, people for whom I should really have so much more patience. And yet, I’m bugged, I’m irritated, I hold on. My heart scowls. Grr.

I love that image of Next Level Me very much. Peaceful, centered, contented, exuding love. This is what I really do want for the last part of my life. Can I get there? Wouldn’t it be grand? Maybe by “being a little deaf” I could get closer. Perhaps this, along with other helpful practices, will get me nearly there. And perhaps I could do it while still being true to the wilder parts of me.

But why the golden retriever? I’ve never had a large dog, but this is twice one has shown up in my imagination. I’m going to have to meditate on this. Perhaps Joan Halifax has one.

“Conceptual knowledge is so valued in our world. Yet in many cultures wisdom is equated not with knowledge but with an open heart.” ― Joan Halifax, Being with Dying

“Release your potential and unleash your true self into the world.” – Georgina Noel

“Nowhere to go, nothing to do . . . Lost and found in the moment . . . Just practice this . . . Maybe here is where we find wholeheartedness and our true freedom.” ― Joan Halifax, Standing at the Edge

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Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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Reverend Kathleen

I became a Minister in the Universal Life Church this summer and now I get emails from them addressed to Reverend Kathleen. (Kathleen is my legal name so I always put it down on anything that seems official.) It cost nothing to be a Minister and took all of five minutes of my time, but now I can perform weddings for people who would rather not go to the courthouse or to a religious leader.

So far, I’ve only performed one. A couple of my friends decided to get married this summer. They were just going to do the official thing at the courthouse followed by a small gathering at their home. This was actually the impetus for my sudden decision to become a minister. As I admire both of them and their relationship so much, I suggested that I could marry them. To my surprise, they said yes!

And then it all began. Research. How does one perform a wedding ceremony? Of course, there’s plenty of guidance to be found online. Rituals. These, too, can be found online. A ring ceremony. A wine box ceremony. Sand pouring. Candle lighting. The planting of a tree or shrub. Then there are the readings, quotes, and, as the celebrant, my own words. Since I am a collector of quotes and a lover of words and writing, this was right up my alley. I poured myself into it. I wanted to do justice to the occasion and make my friends happy with a memorable wedding script.

They had me over for dinner at their house to hash out the details and discuss readings. I wanted my own words to be mostly a surprise but together we talked about the other readings and who would say what. We discussed rituals they might want to include. I gave them homework. I asked them to answer, privately, a set of questions about each other and their relationship. And then I went away and worked up a script that I was pleased with.

It was a beautiful event of which I felt honored to be a part. An outdoor wedding at their lovely home, done up splendidly, as they tend to do things. Lots of great food, wonderful people, flowers, tiny lights, lovely touches everywhere. I would like to have been less nervous but hey, it was my first wedding and it went fine. No one could tell! I’m talking to two other friends whom I admire about renewing their vows with a nice ceremony one of these days.

And the now married couple presented me with a leather bound book that has “Reverend Kathleen” stamped into the cover. Now I am truly official! It all just shows, again, that there is so much to do and be and fall in love with in our short lives. This was yet another unexpected joy for me.

“What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame, but something wild to run with.” – Robert Brault

“When we’re old let’s sit at the breakfast table for hours & hours with tea & coffee, watching the birds at the feeder & the squirrels, too, with their silly games. And let’s have a wild little adventure of our own now & then, won’t we? And we’ll sing cheerful songs in the car & surprise each other from time to time with little somethings. And let’s walk together (holding hands) of an evening as the sun goes down, & sit on the porch, reading aloud from our books. But mainly we’ll just love each other.” – Kay Foley

If you’re looking for my cards or art, you’ll find all of that on my website. And if you enjoy these letters, feel free to forward this one to anyone you think might like it. Finally, you’ll find past letters and poems here.

Thanks for listening,
Kay

P.S. MerryThoughts is the name of my first book, out of print at the moment. The word is a British one, referring both to a wishbone and to the ritual of breaking the wishbone with the intention of either having a wish granted or being the one who marries first, thus the “merry thoughts.”

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The Other Me

Had I remained married we would today

celebrate thirty-seven years together.

I’d have lived those things rather than these.

For better or worse these many others now make me up.

For better or worse I am now a person who stands mystified

by the long marriages of others, the years of accommodation,

collaboration and conflict, the volumes of shared memories and milestones.

My own are a crazy quilt of bits and pieces this one shared with that one

that one with this, some of whom I no longer see or care to see.

I cannot know what other I would be, had I stayed.

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Peter & Karen

My son floats grand dreams on the lake

of his heart as I do, too. One day he says

he’ll make a pot of money enough to

move me and her mother too to

California where both our arms

will reach around grandchildren

who will no doubt be extraordinary

like their parents. Now I hear a

titmouse calling Peter Peter Peter

reminding me that next week

she and he will once again

be miles and then oceans away.

Until next time. Next time.

I sip these hours and days slowly.