Dallas…

Being lovingly and comfortably ensconced in the warmth and love of a dear daughter’s home…seeing her so lovely in her radiance of beauty, love, strength and independence is truly…a blessing par excellence…to then be surrounded by the love…joy…laughter and rambunctious abandon of a home filled with three young grandchildren and the gentle and caring attention of a son-in-law…is even more so…

Since I travel so much, home, is often in many places and continents…but what defines it more than anything else, is knowing that ‘home’ is where you all realize what truly matters…where we love is home…where we cherish our human connections is home….where family is not an important thing, it is everything, is home…being bound by common threads of history…experiences…memories…even prejudices, is home! Motherhood seems to carry a part of ‘home’ with it as it were…haunting moments of motherhood is hearing your own words come out of your daughter’s mouth…echoes of my Mother’s voice and deeds reflected in this third and even fourth generation of women…this is movingly and comfortingly familiar…the circle of life complete…

In lands, ours by adoption…rather than by birth…the family of friends is a power to be reckoned with and is most comforting and reassuring. Being surrounded by such graciousness and affection is heartwarming and makes the physical distances we live with so much easier to accept! To be at home wherever I find myself…in a safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned…with respect for our connective tissues…treasuring the love and joys we receive…these are truly the power and manifestations of God’s grace…and I can say once again, with much thankfulness…truly, my cup runneth over…

London…

It is the month of May, I am on the move again and it seems this year will once again be one of much traveling…I have spent the last ten days in a favorite city of mine…London! It has been a memorable double whammy so to speak…being there with family and friends is always a treat….this time my sister decided to surprise me and joined me for a week, and what glorious week it has been…a girls holiday…a truly joyous…gleeful…memorable…unstructured…spontaneous…full of laughter…memory making time…

There is something comforting about being in London…it is well known because of time spent schooling when father was posted there…it is enjoyable in its long familiarity due to an adult period of studies and healing, spent there after a painful personal time…more than that, it is nostalgic because of all the holidays spent there…at different times and stages of life, in a city that is at the same time well known for it’s old familiarity, as well as exciting for all it’s novel and original spins on old themes…catering to a new order whilst retaining it’s inherent and fascinating olde charm…reaffirming its status as one of the truly great cities of the world…

Memories of times spent in this grand capital of the world with parents…spouse…children…family…friends…together with the undeniable and incomparable charm and olde world appeal and graciousness of the British…combined with the deliciousness of a perfect English summer has been truly delightful! The English countryside has always been a favorite…I find it quite incomparable and our short incursions into sleepy…quaint…olde worlde villages…visiting an antique fair and picking up that perfect piece you knew you always wanted…was topped off with an Al-fresco tea of scones and clotted cream in a garden of riotous hues and colors…tucked away in an olde tea shoppe…a perfect start to a long summer holiday…

Living the Fairy Tale…

A Royal Wedding…a truly global and memorable day…an event of this sort and magnitude has once again shown all the cynics out there, that, admit it or not, this sort of pure, unadulterated…joyful and joyous…interest…attraction…connection¬†with the pomp and pageantry that is Monarchy…the Royal rich and famous…and more than that, the hope and dreams it represents and inspires, is as relevant today… as ever…maybe more so today because of the need to find simple and clear beauty…joy…love, in this world we are slowly trying to dehumanize of such maudlin stuff!

Wedding vows…a daily ceremony and occurrence of fairly monumental daily numbers across the Globe…takes on this obsessive voyeuristic aspect because it touches a chord deep down…of wanting to believe…and has drawn an incredible international audience…across borders and divides…taking on the hearts of young and old…royal and commoners! You really have to be cynic of huge proportions not to have been taken in by the atmosphere of happiness…good cheer…positive emanations and exhilarations of global prayers for the young couple…

Does this mean that in this increasingly painful and strife torn world of ours… with all the emphasis on state of the art breaking edge technology…consuming consumerism…dog eat dog race to the next big degree…number…vehicle…abode…holiday…handbag…what really brings us out in unimaginable droves, is to see two young people in love, pledge to each other the oldest of troths…with millions of hopes and prayers for the success of their union…and seal it with a kiss…or two…

There is no denying the British are past masters at this sort of thing…and presented the entire proceedings to the world with the preciseness of clockwork proportions…I believe the only thing that was off in this incredible operation was a forty second time lag when the bride set off for Westminster Abbey. Combine this with ancient traditional pageantry and the modern touches brought about by the modern young couple themselves…apparent feelings of love and bonhomie…with a crescendo moment of a worldwide gasp of wonder and joy at glimpsing the wedding dress…a perfect breath-taker of timeless grace and beauty…we witnessed a real life Fairy Tale!¬†

What comes to the fore here is the realization that basic human feelings of well wishes…prayers…hopes…dreams…aspirations for the happiness of another being is at our core…however well we try to disguise it…and sometimes, a fairy tale wedding is what is needed to take over our hearts…and for fleeting moment in time, help renew our faith in Camelot and the Good Lord’s grace…