Archives for Musings

Belong and Believe

Belong and Believe Belonging in today’s complicated world is something we long for. The term itself elicits a positive, comforting sensation. We want to feel that our surroundings envelop us with reassurance. And don’t we all look for such personal reinforcement, particularly at the beginning of a new year? That was the upbeat optimistic approach she had expected when wishing her friend, a happy new year. He, however, had not obliged. He had said something about there being a turbulence or a time-warp out there. No! Those weren’t quite his words. Just the way she tried to interpret them. Why
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Longing for Change

Longing for Change Being twelve was feeling in between. An odd feeling really! There was the optimism of what lay ahead – thirteen and the teenage years. And there was the melancholy of having left behind the days when age didn’t seem to matter. At ten, there never lurked any confusion about age – except to look forward to the birthday party with friends. It didn’t matter if she were a girl or a boy. Her mates accepted her for who she was. Their mate. She could climb trees with them and not think about her underwear showing when she
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How many confirmations do we need?

How many confirmations do we need? The mission is always the same. You don’t want this mission. It was put upon you, and you are stuck with it – a constant interruption of your life: a monotonous, exhausting routine, weekly on the same road to the same destination. You hope all goes well; but that’s not always the case. Then finally back on the road, relieved to be heading home. Transformation does not have to be a ‘Road to Damascus’ experience. It can be a simple down to earth occurrence. It can run into you – on the road at
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The Essence of Another

The Essence of Another Sophie always found it peculiar how others were fixated on discovering what the essence was of another person. She never understood or accepted the reason some gave: that it was a way to connect and thus form a meaningful relationship. She on the other hand regarded the reason to be the enquirer’s own need to feel comparable, if not better. Navel gazing about one’s life was one thing – a nice pastime when pursuing a life altering change. To make a personal open declaration about this, however, Sophie, deemed it entirely a different matter. Distasteful.  Having
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Two Women

Two Women Explaining religious cosmogony, as to how the act of creation of the world was developed is common among many cultures. Out of nowhere, or perhaps by way of the Big Bang, or by some all-powerful deity, or more likely through the inspired imagination of past scholars, two alternate universes are described in the ancient testament. There are commonalities. In the beginning, there was nothing. From that, the omnipotent deity began to fashion all manner of life. In the first creation story, he commands and all things are formed, the last being man and woman. In the second creation
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It is what it is

It is what it is How one reflects upon the past in relation to the present is based on personal perception and philosophy. From another standpoint, the matter is also about temporal reality. Regardless, whatever life one lives, at the time, it is what it is. As a child in Hungary, I didn’t know anything about owning a telephone, a television, never mind an automobile. Nor did I know that there were other races in my world besides people who cared about me; that included the man who had black skin and was the porter at the railway station. Yet,
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Birth and Anniversary Dates

Birth and Anniversary Dates  It was Sunday, February 24th, 2001.  My father had just turned 70 years of age at the end of January. In many ways, that was a remarkable triumph, considering how difficult his life had been: being imprisoned in Hungary for 7 years, escaping from Hungary during the 1956 uprising, and starting his life all over again in a new country Canada – all the while suffering from debilitating rheumatoid arthritis which he acquired during his confinement in dark and dank prisons. Husband and I had just moved into our first house. As was my custom I
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Why Canada is Important to me

Why Canada is Important to me We stepped off the ship in Saint John, New Brunswick on Easter, April 22, 1957. We were at last in Canada – our new home! I had turned nine years of age, while waiting to be processed in various Austrian refugee camps, since that Christmas. My father had chosen this country as our destination: the land of freedom. Canada had opened its doors to thousands of Hungarians following the October 1956 uprising there against tyranny, and the subsequent escapes. My family was among them. Father had been a political prisoner for nearly seven years,
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The Clock of Time

The Clock of Time How many rotations to turn back the clock – to halcyon days? And once there, how long could that time be maintained? A day, a week, a month – maybe forever? It was a house warming gift – way back when at the old house – where the afternoon sunshine glowed onto the wall-clock’s round face, from the wide picture window. The noise of each tick-tock was noticeable at first, until the sound became one with the rhythm of family life. Sometimes it was drowned-out by the young boy practicing on his chanter. Other times, it was
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In Celebration

In Celebration He was sometimes known by the name Rapha Olam. No one knew when he was born. No one knew where he was born. What is known, is that he leaves with us a mark of timeless remembrance which no one will ever be able to match. Those who recall his early days speak of him being exceptionally idealistic; others saw him as far too naïve. He unconditionally accepted  that everyone could be a perfect human being and could exist in a state of absolute harmony. With time his optimism shifted. As many young men, he joined the military.
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