Welcome to Following the Whispers blog

Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.

“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf

“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt

Friday, February 12, 2010

journalling

I realize this blog has become my journal during this time of family upheaval. That is not a good thing, because a journal has a very different intention for me than this blog. Thank you, Sharon, for asking the question. I do need to get some of this down in more detail, but it's the energy issue. It's taking everything I've got to do what needs to be done for my mother-in-law. Whatever is left over goes to taking care of me, i.e. eating right. I'm trying to exercise, but not succeeding very well. I am still singing. It's saving my sanity.
Tuesday night, my trio practiced. Mom heard us from her room and said she wanted to hear, so we moved the microphones to the doorway and gave her a private concert. Each of us nearly lost it at various points. While my friend Karen was singing "I'll Be Seeing You" I ran into the living room and cried. While Marti sang "At Last" Karen wiped tears away. When I sang "Que Sera Sera," mom sang along. During the fast numbers, she danced with her hands. When I play a Glenn Miller tape, she smiles beautifully and I can see her dancing in her mind, as she did all those years ago.

I do hope these blog posts will serve as reminders so I can capture more of this journey at a later date.
Blessings,
Karen

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