One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
In traveling to Alaska I remembered a time when I used to read about an Alaskan mom... Scribbit. So, finding her page again I also found the 'write-away contests' http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2009/05/mays-write-away-contest-just-for-you.html
I really don't have that much of an interest in a Wii baseball prize, but I did think that Spring was a good thing to write about...
I remember the very first time I knew spring. For most people this age would be around 5 or 6 years old but for me, from sunny southern california, I experienced my first spring at 18 years old. That was the first time I remember going from a winter, where tank-tops just didn't work, to a spring where the sun came out. I remember getting up from my dorm room bunk that morning and feeling hot snuggled up in my comforter and blankets. I remember looking out the window and seeing a few tufts of grass on the formerly white lawn. I remember thinking how impossible it was going to be to find my tank-tops amid all the coats.
Walking outside I saw things I hadn't seen before. Girls in bikini's sitting on the concrete, men without shirts throwing around a frisbee...I thought they had all gone mad. It was still under 60 degrees, and impossibly cold to me. That, however, was the first moment that I recognized Spring.
Each week it got warmer and warmer, and I remember being so happy when the last of the snow fell away...
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
October Write-Away contest: things that scare me
One would hope that I add something to the world- be it good, bad, or indifferent- Me
While I'm slightly afraid of a bunch of random things, you know, bugs, cockroaches, scary noises, etc. my biggest fear is somewhat different. There are, unfortunately, two of them.
I am terrified, down to my soul, that one day my adopted older sister will decide to look for her real parents. Why does this terrify me you ask? I'm not really sure. What could possibly be wrong with my sister discovering the people who gave her life, genetically speaking? Somehow I feel that if my sister were to go searching for her parents, that she'd be giving me away. I'm tearing up just thinking about it. We shared blood when we were very young, sitting on the banks of the stream in our backyard. I've never had a strong relationship with my sister but lately we've been getting closer. It's been very hard, she moved to San Jose, is becoming part of her fiance's family. If she decided to find her birth parents- I don't know what I'd do.
Who am I kidding- she's my sister; I'd help her look, try to be supportive, but inside I am terrified.
The other thing that terrifies me is that I will wander around the earth looking for someone to love me- only to never find anyone. That I will become a cat lady; the miserable old bat who never committed to anyone. I'm only 23! I'm not sure if I'm more terrified that I'm having these thoughts at 23, or that I really might end up alone. This time in my life is supposed to be wonderful, but really, it's stressful. I don't know what I want but with all my friends getting engaged and married, it's hard to remain positive.
These are the 'Things that Scare me' in response to this post by Scribbit.
You are all encouraged to enter Scribbit's contest, but if you're not feeling up to it just give me a taste: What are you scared of?
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While I'm slightly afraid of a bunch of random things, you know, bugs, cockroaches, scary noises, etc. my biggest fear is somewhat different. There are, unfortunately, two of them.
I am terrified, down to my soul, that one day my adopted older sister will decide to look for her real parents. Why does this terrify me you ask? I'm not really sure. What could possibly be wrong with my sister discovering the people who gave her life, genetically speaking? Somehow I feel that if my sister were to go searching for her parents, that she'd be giving me away. I'm tearing up just thinking about it. We shared blood when we were very young, sitting on the banks of the stream in our backyard. I've never had a strong relationship with my sister but lately we've been getting closer. It's been very hard, she moved to San Jose, is becoming part of her fiance's family. If she decided to find her birth parents- I don't know what I'd do.
Who am I kidding- she's my sister; I'd help her look, try to be supportive, but inside I am terrified.
The other thing that terrifies me is that I will wander around the earth looking for someone to love me- only to never find anyone. That I will become a cat lady; the miserable old bat who never committed to anyone. I'm only 23! I'm not sure if I'm more terrified that I'm having these thoughts at 23, or that I really might end up alone. This time in my life is supposed to be wonderful, but really, it's stressful. I don't know what I want but with all my friends getting engaged and married, it's hard to remain positive.
These are the 'Things that Scare me' in response to this post by Scribbit.
You are all encouraged to enter Scribbit's contest, but if you're not feeling up to it just give me a taste: What are you scared of?
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Friday, July 13, 2007
Taking the leap
The "Write-Away" contest for July is about Adventure. So....here goes...
My sophomore year of High School I was preparing to take my first trip abroad without my parents. By this point in time I had been to several different countries, and had a fair amount of experience in traveling. None-the-less I was not only excited, but nervous about this trip. It took place over Easter weekend, and by some fluke of the lunar calendar I was going to miss my favorite holiday at my parents house: Passover.
I was going on this trip to see Theatre in London. All the girls with me were Christians, and, though there had been some discussion, no one had been planning on attending any type of religious services. So, before I went, I told myself that it would be okay to miss services, to miss the holiday and that I would be fine. Oh how wrong I was...
For those of you unfamiliar with Passover, the holiday is one based around a large festive meal at home, surrounded by loved ones and friends. The basis of the holiday is the exodus from Egypt and the story of Moses. Each Jew is supposed to 're-tell' the story every year, to adhere to the concept that each of us was set free from Egypt. It happens to be my favorite holiday- mostly because asking questions, staying up late and discussing things are what this holiday is all about. It takes place on two nights, only one in Israel, but two everywhere else.
The first night of Passover, as I sat in the audience for Blood Brothers, I couldn't help but be distracted. I'm not even sure that I knew it was passover, but somehow I just knew. I couldn't concentrate on the show and when it ended was unable to participate in any of the discussion. I thought I was getting sick. As I start walking back with the group we pass through this residential community. We're walking along, and all of a sudden the front door right in front of me opens. There's laughter and I stand, waiting, watching for someone to leave. I hear the distant sounds of a prayer...they are inviting Elijah into their home. I stand there for so long, just listening, tears forming in my eyes. The group has passed me, and for a brief moment I am standing alone on the street.
A little girl, no older than 7 comes to the front door, looking, waiting, and lays her eyes on me. She smiles at me; I at her. Her father comes to the door to call her back in and follows her eyes to where they have landed on me. He sees me, and we have a brief moment together. My group comes back around the corner to find me. As I hurry to join them, I stop at the door, meet his eyes and wish him a happy Pesach. He smiles, comes down the stairs and greets me with a hug.
Needless to say my friends start running, afraid that this man is going to abduct me or something. They get to us, and me and this man, Joe, start to laugh. I try to explain the situation, what has happened and why it has made me feel so connected to the world, but nothing works. He invites me into his home for the rest of the meal, and encourages me to come back tomorrow night. Though I am tempted, the chaperone's on my trip decide that it isn't such a good idea.
Though I only had a brief moment and a hug- I will never forget the feelings in my heart. The gratitude I felt at his generosity, and the way that G-d works throughout the world. I only hope that next year in Jerusalem I find him and his family.
http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2007/07/julys-write-away-contest.html
My sophomore year of High School I was preparing to take my first trip abroad without my parents. By this point in time I had been to several different countries, and had a fair amount of experience in traveling. None-the-less I was not only excited, but nervous about this trip. It took place over Easter weekend, and by some fluke of the lunar calendar I was going to miss my favorite holiday at my parents house: Passover.
I was going on this trip to see Theatre in London. All the girls with me were Christians, and, though there had been some discussion, no one had been planning on attending any type of religious services. So, before I went, I told myself that it would be okay to miss services, to miss the holiday and that I would be fine. Oh how wrong I was...
For those of you unfamiliar with Passover, the holiday is one based around a large festive meal at home, surrounded by loved ones and friends. The basis of the holiday is the exodus from Egypt and the story of Moses. Each Jew is supposed to 're-tell' the story every year, to adhere to the concept that each of us was set free from Egypt. It happens to be my favorite holiday- mostly because asking questions, staying up late and discussing things are what this holiday is all about. It takes place on two nights, only one in Israel, but two everywhere else.
The first night of Passover, as I sat in the audience for Blood Brothers, I couldn't help but be distracted. I'm not even sure that I knew it was passover, but somehow I just knew. I couldn't concentrate on the show and when it ended was unable to participate in any of the discussion. I thought I was getting sick. As I start walking back with the group we pass through this residential community. We're walking along, and all of a sudden the front door right in front of me opens. There's laughter and I stand, waiting, watching for someone to leave. I hear the distant sounds of a prayer...they are inviting Elijah into their home. I stand there for so long, just listening, tears forming in my eyes. The group has passed me, and for a brief moment I am standing alone on the street.
A little girl, no older than 7 comes to the front door, looking, waiting, and lays her eyes on me. She smiles at me; I at her. Her father comes to the door to call her back in and follows her eyes to where they have landed on me. He sees me, and we have a brief moment together. My group comes back around the corner to find me. As I hurry to join them, I stop at the door, meet his eyes and wish him a happy Pesach. He smiles, comes down the stairs and greets me with a hug.
Needless to say my friends start running, afraid that this man is going to abduct me or something. They get to us, and me and this man, Joe, start to laugh. I try to explain the situation, what has happened and why it has made me feel so connected to the world, but nothing works. He invites me into his home for the rest of the meal, and encourages me to come back tomorrow night. Though I am tempted, the chaperone's on my trip decide that it isn't such a good idea.
Though I only had a brief moment and a hug- I will never forget the feelings in my heart. The gratitude I felt at his generosity, and the way that G-d works throughout the world. I only hope that next year in Jerusalem I find him and his family.
http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2007/07/julys-write-away-contest.html
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