Perhaps the biggest lesson so far from living alone is my shifting attitude about housework. Raising the kids, I resented the endless cleaning, the thanklessness of the repetition, the demeaning scullery-maid position into which I was forced. If I wasn't the person responsible for cleaning something, I was responsible for telling someone else to clean... Continue Reading →
After a poor night's sleep last night, I am still awake at 11 p.m. Not because I can't sleep, but because I don't want to. Because at 9:30, I suddenly felt like getting some things done, like drilling some screws into a bench I'm repairing and laying out the new fabric I picked up today... Continue Reading →
But feelings don't just go away when we don't want to deal with them, or because we think they're bad. They get bigger and more chaotic when we ignore them, like Gremlins in water.
My mother called these things "re-creating", or putting yourself back together after the world has taken you apart.
I don't understand. I have a lot of friends who are devout Christians. Regular church goers. From them, I learned compassion, the need for reaching out in love, to recognize my own failings and to forgive others theirs. From them, I learned about devotion to family and to community, and I saw modeled what can... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 