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anitaParticipantDear Suzanne:
I’m so sorry to hear about your brotherâs diagnosis. I understand that treatments at this stage of the disease are typically palliativeâfocused on relieving symptoms and improving quality of life, rather than curing the illness. I truly hope heâs receiving the best care possible.
And please know: thereâs nothing self-centered about griefâespecially the kind that strikes deep in the gut and keeps returning in waves. That kind of news is seismic, and the heartbreak youâre feeling is profoundly human.
I hear so much love and loyalty in what you wrote. Youâre showing up for your brother, despite past wounds, and that speaks volumes about your heart. The way youâre still caring for othersâeven in 100-degree heat, walking dogs and keeping them safeâthatâs resilience in motion.
Youâre not just copingâyouâre moving through pain with quiet determination. Youâre showing up for your brother. Youâre tending to the dogs. Youâre managing life alone in a house that feels heavy with memory. Despite her grief, fear, and the sense of being abandoned, you’re still choosing to show up with compassion for others.
Your care for your brotherâs peaceâwhether or not he holds spiritual beliefsâis deeply tender. Just your steady presence can offer comfort, no beliefs required. Love reaches beyond those lines.
You are not broken, Sue. You are a woman standing in a storm, doing her best to love and hold steady. And I see that.
I also wanted to remind you of our conversation on May 11, about Radical Acceptance:
âRadical Acceptance is about accepting reality AS ISâwithout resistance⊠Itâs a life philosophy that aims to reduce suffering by embracing lifeâs challenges without trying to change or deny them⊠By accepting the reality of a situation, you eliminate your internal struggle against it. This reduction in inner conflict can significantly decrease stress and anxiety… Implementing Radical Acceptance in your daily life is like giving yourself a gift â the gift of peace amidst the chaos.â
Still worth repeating, I think.
And also, the Serenity Prayer:
âGod, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; > the courage to change the things I can, > and the wisdom to know the difference.â-
This prayer holds meaning even without âGod.â I imagine your brother might hear its spirit, if not its exact words.
Take gentle care of yourself, Suzanne. Iâm thinking of you and sending warmth your way.
With heart, Anita
anitaParticipantMy heart is breaking for the seven Israeli soldiersâ19, 20-year-oldsâkilled in Gaza most recently. They look so young, they could all be my grandchildren. One is laughing in the photo, so youthfully happy. Another looks so⊠innocent, almost childlike. One, I think, is Ethiopian-Israeli (when I left Israel in 1985, the Ethiopian immigration was very new; this boy wasnât even born). Another might be the child of Russian immigrants, from that later wave of immigration.
Seeing their faces in the photos breaks my heart.
I feel⊠selfish for being so old, and yet aliveâwhen they were cut off from life, not even a third of my age. I never knew any of them alive. And yet, Iâd give my life for them if it meant they could live.
I just read that Iran arrested 700 Iranians they suspect of spying for Israel. I feel badly for them. I imagine theyâre being tortured.
So much cruelty. So much torture and death.
Why⊠I wish not.
Anita
anitaParticipantStill journaling:
As for the love of moneyâ Itâs been years since I carried any cash. I donât know how to use a credit or debit card at a register. I havenât gone clothes shopping in ages. All my clothes are old.
I live beyond the city limits and do most of my traveling on foot. Just walking. Iâm known around here as The Walker. People driving by donât ask if I need a ride. They know better. They know Iâm The Walker.
Listening to old music, Iâm thinking: There is nothing more intense than the thirst for life in someone whoâs been thirsty for too long.
Thereâs something about youth stifled for too longâ It collapses inward. Not dead. Not aliveâ But the thirst is still there.
The desire is there. But the youth is gone.
Except for how I get to feel when I dance in public, after enough red wineâ I get to be YOUNG again.
And right now, right hereâon a public forumâ I imagine I am not alone. Someone is reading me. Someone is⊠awakened by something I write.
Someone is SEEING me.
Itâs all those years, so long agoâliving in the dark, unseen.
The thirst is about being seenâSEE ME.
SEE ME.
Me. This person here. Me. Me.
Meâsee me?
I just looked at the news. Trump insists that Iranâs nuclear capabilities have been completely obliterated, simply because itâs a version thatâs convenient to him.
Heâs essentially saying: âI, Trump, OBLITERATED Iranian nuclear capabilities! See how GREAT I AMâgreatest of all!â
A Narcissist in Chief. And his co-narcissist: Netanyahu.
Anita
anitaParticipantJournalingâsomething I do in my own threads, just typing out whatever comes to mind:
There is a gap between the desire to connect with other people and the reality of disconnectâor of connection that doesnât last.
My biggest failure-to-connect was with my own mother. Oh, how hard I tried. And for how long.
I was young and, naturally, able to connect. She was too damaged, too sick to connect.
Fast forward: I find myself in a world full of damaged people who are unable to connect, at least not for long.
I was a troubled teenager and young adult. Sick. But with lots of healing workâor perhaps a better word: transformation workâIâm now able to connect. And Iâm okay within myself. Gone is the torment-within.
But stillâIâm aware that the world, in large parts, hasnât healed. Hasnât transformed.
The leader of the âfree worldâ is a sick egomaniac.
It isnât true, what he says (and what Netanyahu repeats), that the nuclear weapons capabilities of Iran have been destroyed. Itâs simply not true. Itâs just what both of themâTrump and Netanyahuâsay to promote themselves, and no one else. At the expense of the truth.
Connecting. Trying to connectâin a broken world.
I keep going back to my mother, myself⊠because thatâs where the origin lies: the desire to connect. The failure to connect. The shock. The betrayal of trust. The resulting decades-long anxiety and depression. (C-PTSD.)
Betrayal of Trust is a Global Epidemic, says I.
Acronym: BOTAGE.
Of course, I donât trust the Iranian regime (their âDeath to Israel!â âDeath to America!â chants come to mind).
And I donât trust Netanyahu. Nor do I trust Trump.
I donât trust the Democratic Party candidates who ran against Trump eitherânor all those career politicians who call themselves âpublic servantsâ while serving primarily themselves.
BOTAGE has been going on for too long: politicians bought by major corporations, including the multinational corporations that manufacture and sell weapons systemsâwhich, by definition, profit from war and death.
âFor the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.â â 1 Timothy 6:10
âNow the earth was corrupt in Godâs sight and was full of violence.â â Genesis 6:11
âKeep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have.â â Hebrews 13:5
Those words were written nearly 3,000 years ago.
Fast forward: VOILĂ. Here we are, Surprise.. not.
I find comfort in just seeing all this as-is.
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 5:18 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447085
anitaParticipantHi Emma, just thinking of you and hoping youâre doing okay. No pressure to replyâjust wanted to say hi and send a little care your way.
Anita
anitaParticipantI hope you are well, Mei, 19 days since your last update..?
Anita
anitaParticipantHow are you, Lunar?
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anitaParticipantHow are you, Lady F? And how is your sister?
Anita
anitaParticipantThinking about you, Suzanne, hoping you are well. đ
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your message. I couldnât have said it any better myself. Greed does fuel war.
The global arms trade is a multibillion-dollar industry, and when weapons become commoditiesâ the incentive to maintain peace weakens. The lives lost, the homes destroyed, the futures stolenâthose become just the cost of doing business for those at the top.
Itâs deeply unjust. And itâs so easy to feel powerless in the face of it all. But messages like yours remind me that compassion still speaks, still sees, and still matters.
With appreciation, Anita
anitaParticipantDear Tommy:
I understand.
Kindness can feel uncomfortable. Softness can feel risky. It can feel safer to carry guilt, regrets, and pressure insideâand to believe that youâve done wrong and should forever sufferâbecause at least then, the pain makes sense. It doesnât come from nowhere⊠itâs deserved.
I get it. Youâre not wrong for needing that.
But if you ever want a quiet place to restâno judgment, no sweetness overloadâjust a place to breathe and be soft, if only for a moment⊠that space still exists. No expectations. Just understanding.
Wishing you steadiness on your path,
âAnita
anitaParticipantI was mistaken in the above post: the destruction I referred to (four dead, not one, all in an apartment building that was hit by an Iranian ballistic missile) took place an hour and 20 minutes before the scheduled ceasefire (Mon, June 24, 7 am, Israel time).
But only 12 minutes later (7:12 am, Israel time), Iran sent 15 more ballistic missiles into the north of Israel. And then again, 3.5 hours later, 2 more missiles were sent into Israel. Four hours later (four hours ago), Israel attacked in Northern Iran.
I want to note that Israel has been targeting Iranâs nuclear infrastructure, ballistic missile capabilities, and scientific personnel directly involved in weapons development. Iranâs missile attacks, however, targe civilian infrastructure: people’s homes (most who live in tall apartment buildings).
Anita
anitaParticipantSome time BEFORE I submitted the above, the Iranians shot misses into Israel, causing great destruction and the death of one person.. two hours into a supposed cease fire..
What’s next..?
Anita
anitaParticipantSupposedly, hopefully, this is one hour into a cease fire between the evil regime of Iran, that which has been calling for “Death to Israel!” and “Death to America!” for forty years-… and the tiniest country in the middle east: Israel.
It all came about four hours ago.
Will a cease fire hold by the time I am back to the computer..?
Anita
June 23, 2025 at 4:16 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447056
anitaParticipantDear Emma:
Thank you for your lovely messagesâand for saying I looked beautiful in the photo! That means so much. You really do glow in yours, and Iâm so glad my compliment landed well.
You asked how I knew that taking up spaceâboth physically and emotionallyâhas been a struggle for you. I sensed it in the way you talked about yourself with Philip. You wrote things like, âI felt too plump, too manly, too much… I always thought women had to be dainty.â- Those words carry a deep belief that being fully yourselfâyour size, your feelings, your presenceâmight somehow be too much. And your height adds another layer, because it makes you visible, even when you donât want to be. Thatâs not easy when part of you just wants to stay small, stay safe.
You also wrote, âI still wonder what would have been the biggest thing why he does not want me anymore.â- I think youâre probably right that the back-and-forth might have made it hard for him to feel emotionally steady. It likely became hard for him to trust the ground under his feet. That doesnât mean your feelings werenât validâit just means both of you were carrying your own fears, and maybe he reached a point where he didnât know how to keep holding on. And yes, if something were to change, it would have to come from him now.
As for what I doâI do work, but not for money. I volunteer on a farm where I help care for apple and pear trees, and I do my best to keep blackberry vines from taking over! Thereâs also a small community space at the farm where people gather to dance, listen to live music, and just be together. I help set up those eventsâand the photo you saw was taken during one of those dances last year. I was dancing indoors to a rock band, and Iâm looking forward to dancing to the same band again this Saturdayâthis time outside, under the open sky.
Wishing you a peaceful day, Emma. Youâre not too muchâyouâre just wonderfully and fully here. Iâm glad weâre in touch.
With care, Anita
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