I’ve shared before about how my father maintains the charmingly odd practice of buying bushels of bread, cake and doughnuts to distribute to friends, animals and strangers.
We all need something to keep us out of trouble.
Yesterday Hospice came to talk with my mom about her life and death. She has decided that although she has trouble swallowing due to her cancer (or the cancer treatment) she will forgo tests and treatment and let things take a natural course.
I have been with my parents since last Friday spending quiet afternoons on the porch.
We all have our ways of coping. These days I turn to the Internet–blogging, YouTube (Cher did a music video with Meatloaf in the 80’s!), e-mails. I used to turn to Oreos, but with my new raw foods diet (two weeks!) I changed my eating patterns (Oreos? vegan? I used the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy of veganism on them during much of my mom’s chemo.)
I have learned a new trick that helps distract me a bit from the pain of seeing a loved one suffer. Eyebrow Plucking. Yeah, one must be fully present to pluck one’s eyebrows. It provides the right amount of pain to enable a person to snap back into this world and usually a worthwhile product. Warning: Don’t pluck too much or too often or you will look like a mole.
I’ve also taken to leaning against old trees, resting my back on them and being quite still, pleased to be fixed to the earth while my heart opens to the Spirit which comforts me.
My dad continues his bread frenzy as evidenced by the photos of his latest gathering excursion. He has also taken to painting. Not art, but simply painting any surface that can be painted. His newest drug of choice is latex paint.
God is present or can be present in all these things. And indeed, we welcome God into our family, (but I’ll abstain from the bread and doughnuts.)