Tuesday, March 26, 2013

TJOLC Part 5

  I have a dear friend who moved to the United States over thirty years ago. A phenomenon  she has experienced, since receiving her medical training here in the US, is when visiting her home country and talking to medical professionals there, she doesn't know the language, her own native tongue when discussing topics with a more advanced vocabulary than she had when she left as a young woman.  In other words, she only speaks and understands the language she learned up until she moved away.  When she has adult conversations now with adults in her home country she finds it difficult to translate the advanced vocabulary she has in English to the advanced vocabulary of her native tongue.

   Since I got married and moved away from my childhood home and state many things have changed both in and around me and the people I love and who love me. The language has always been the same but the in-between things, the growth that we've all experienced  in almost three decades may prove to be part of a language barrier of sorts. We've developed a new "dialect" if you will.

  In the twenty eight years since I first left my childhood home, sitting next to my new husband in his Ford pickup pulling a u-haul trailer filled with our wedding gifts and a few pieces of furniture and all of my belongings, we've lived in seven states, eleven homes, said good-bye a thousand times to good friends, neighbors, and family members on our trips back for holidays, weddings, funerals, and summer vacations.

   Those I love and who love me have also had growth and changes and experiences that have given them a new dialect to the same common language we all speak, and I wonder, as I anticipate our move back, will we have a communication gap?  Will we have to carry around with us an invisible English/Growth translation book as we get to know each other in real life rather than the short times we would visit or be visited and try to talk about the highlights when we're together?

  You know, the "so and so got married.  So and so moved here.  So and so is working there.  So and so had a baby."  When we visit family, or family visits us, that's what we spend a lot of our time together talking about.  Catching up on the major details or changes that have been happening, and not having the time to spend just hanging out together, shopping, going out for dinner on a fairly regular basis, having conversations that go beyond just the basic factual stuff and instead learning each other's dialect.

  We've all had the life bumps happen to us in the last quarter century that have caused us to add new words to our vocabulary.  Words like grief, disappointment, joy, sadness.  We've had experiences that have shaped our attitudes, fine-tuned our beliefs, and made us who we are.

   When I think of going back to where it all began I have to remind myself that none of us are at the age I remember us being when we moved away.  Our life vocabulary has been enhanced and changed. We've all grown from the people we were then into the people we are now.  A lot has stayed the same about us, but a lot has changed too.  I hope we can "hear" and understand each other's dialect and pick up where we left off and get to know each other in a new but old way all over again.

Peace,
Ronda

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Just Writing...Again

When they're there needing help to the bathroom,cleaning up, needing pain medication, another blanket, the light turned off, their IV pump reset to stop the incessant beeping, to be reminded to keep their arm straight,  try not to bend it,
            it's ok if you do,  happens all the time,
                    don't worry, you're not a bother, you're sick, that's why you're here,
                          you need someone to help you
                                            for the time being....

    and I feel their frustration, their fear, their pain, their sadness, their worry that they won't get better, they'll hurt like they do right now for a long time, maybe even, the rest of their lives,
    and they breathe and try to bring oxygen to their lungs so the lungs can send the oxygen to the rest of the trillions of cells waiting for a fresh dose to do the job they were created to do.

   The drive home brings the replays of  their faces, their stories, their fears and giving them to Him to take and make well, to make whole, to heal not just their body, but their soul, their hearts, to bring freedom in the suffering we all suffer and will suffer and live suffering...here, but not THERE,
   and someday, someday the burdens we carry will be forever lifted from our bodies, from our weak, small shoulders, from our hearts and we will walk in freedom, not to be burdened again and forever of the sufferings we face here on this bittersweet place we live on called earth.
  We'll be free.  Forever free.

Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy burdened, he said, and I will give you rest.  He who carries the burdens of our suffering, always has room for more.  His shoulders are big and the rest He brings gives freedom to endure the suffering, to be changed by the pain, to be renewed and made new, to let go and give to Him to carry,
            His burden is light He says, the burdens we carry and put on Him are light to Him, never too heavy,                        never too many. and always, always there is room for more.

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