So it was Easter yesterday, a really nice one. I sometimes forget how lucky I am that my family members can be mature enough to skip past hurt feelings and slights from divorces and what have you to find themselves en masse in a restaurant celebrating without tension, in fact with a lot of love, at least the way we do it. I knew it would be a good one when my sister-in-law, my brother’s ex (she remains my sister-in-law for good) called to say she wanted to make sure she had a family holiday to have the kids celebrate with us. Then, when my stepmother came in she said, “Oh, let me make sure I get a seat by Carol (my mom).” They are the matriarchs of this ragtag group.
Knowing this camaraderie exists makes me feel so solid, kind of the opposite of anxiety, which one could so easily get when all these people mix, who potentially might not get along at all.
I seated myself at the end of the table, down with the kids and my brother Jacob, who is no longer a kid. He’s the one in the picture with the horn-rimmed glasses (that’s my dad on the other side). Jake and I had a really good time talking. He’s so cool, getting ready to go to go to Prague on a study abroad trip where he will be learning about and visiting the concentration camps there and in Poland, all for a class on the psychology of the Holocaust. Makes me want to go back to college and start all over again. Ah, youth. Ah, school.
Moving on, my reason for writing today has to do with time. Actually, I’m doing a re-blog today. I encountered a video and discussion on the secret powers of time and was struck by so many points. First of all, just the notion of the secret powers of time seems so relevant to the overall theme of my blog. The idea that time has power over everything we do is extremely poignant, for someone who may be counting down the last 200 days of her life.
Not only that, but also in my doctoral research I was strongly interested in the concept of place; the discussion in this reblog offers a compelling argument for the social and moral reasons for the intersection of place and time.
I’m not doing this blog entry justice by hinting around at its contents. Below is a link. If you take ten minutes to watch the whole video, you will not regret it. I want to know what you think, so I will be looking for your comments: this means you ——–, ———, and ————. I could name names, but I won’t. You who never comment but have so much to say, do share your wealth of wisdom.
Just don’t use the excuse that you don’t have time.