Sunday, August 4, 2013
Life and Death
I had lunch yesterday with a friend and sometimes client who is going to have a baby. I may or may not attend the birth, we're not sure yet, but we're working together to get her ready for the labor and birth, with some massage but also with a lot of talking. I realized yesterday I've accumulated a lot of knowledge about the birthing of babes, even though I never had one myself. I felt rather proud. The experience of attending births and working with pregnant women has yielded some wisdom I can now pass along. It was satisfying and strange.
After that I went to a memorial for one of my clients who died of cancer. Everyone loved Laurie, hence the church where the Hill Havurah meets was jammed with people. People spoke, we sang songs, there were a few tears, but mostly sweet stories about a very pure spirit. One of Laurie's daughters works for an interfaith organization based in Jerusalem where she lived for a couple of years. It was interesting to hear the stories of Laurie's trip to Israel, how eye opening it was for her, how she at last came to understand her daughter's passion for the place.
At lunch, both a bartender I only know slightly, and the person who brought the food, noticed and remarked on my tattoo. They said it was beautiful which is really weird because my tattoo is powerful, it is in your face, but beautiful? It is not beautiful.
Israel/Jerusalem is calling me. OK. But I don't want to go alone. And I also really really really want to go to Paris. And I really really really want to visit my friend in London. I'm getting a travel bug in my bonnet, it seems. Hmmm.
Meanwhile DC is truly SPLENDID. I can't believe it's so nice in August. This is Colorado weather. I love it!