“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”
~Norman Cousins
Author: Jana
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while we live…
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either husbands or lovers
I’m chewing on this quote from Susan Sontag today:
“Great writers are either husbands or lovers. Some writers supply the solid virtues of a husband: reliability, intelligibility, generosity, decency. There are other writers in whom one prizes the gifts of a lover, gifts of temperament rather than of moral goodness. Notoriously, women tolerate qualities in a lover—moodiness, selfishness, unreliability, brutality—that they would never countenance in a husband, in return for excitement, an infusion of intense feeling. In the same way, readers put up with unintelligibility, obsessiveness, painful truths, lies, bad grammar — if, in compensation, the writer allows them to savor rare emotions and dangerous sensations. And, as in life, so in art both are necessary, husbands and lovers. It’s a great pity when one is forced to choose between them.”
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simply busy
It’s cold and rainy outside, which means it’s a great day for hard work inside! One of my big projects of the last few days has been the rehabilitation of my laptop computer. It has new RAM, I’ve cleaned out many unused files, and I’ve been sorting through loads of pictures. The one up above is from a trip to Portland in the summer of 2005.
Today I resumed podcasting, after a several month hiatus (I’ll drop a note here when my latest interview is posted to MHP). I’m also busily planning our upcoming trip and still have Christmas presents to make.
It feels good to be busy with so many fun and important projects.
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threads of memories
This picture was taken while I was on my trip in China in 2005. I came across it today as I was working through old picture files (gah, no more hard drive space left on my computer and I’m having to delete old & unnecessary pics).
We were in a restaurant and an entertainer gave us each a piece of red yarn to tie around our wrists for good luck. Pictured here is my hand, Dora’s hand, and my Mom’s.
I’d totally forgotten about the red yarn until now…Perhaps the threads brought us a bit of luck later as we traveled in dueling taxis across town to reach a night market and we all made it in one piece (despite our driver having driven down the sidewalk part of the way).
I wore the yarn on my wrist until it fell off a few weeks later.
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a thousand fibers
“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
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one touch
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”
~ShakespeareSome simple blessings for now:
**doing shoulder stand in yoga this morning and being able to hold both legs tall and straight
**a bagfull of persimmons from the Farmer’s Market
**some so-fun Christmas crafts that I’m dying to share, but can’t because my family reads my blog!
**thumbing through guide books for NYC and DC and dreaming about all of the places we will go.
**the heater of a gigantic Bobette-kitty that loves to snuggle under the covers on chilly nights.
**tripling the RAM on my laptop and she runs so speedily now
**wearing my Sara scarf all morning
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he’s in the middle :)
His concert went well and he looked awesome!
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because there is no recession for a sick kid…

I’m sure you’ve all heard of St. Jude’s Hospital, the world-class medical facility that never turns away a child because they can’t pay for healthcare. My biochemist brother David is a researcher at St. Jude’s–his lab has a robot that tests thousands of chemical samples for possible therapeutic properties.Recently he called my attention to this video clip of a teen with osteosarcoma (scroll down and click on the link from the Nov 25 show), the same type of bone cancer that I had at age 12. I know it’s a busy season and the economy is awful this year, but if you’re blessed with any surplus to share, St. Jude’s is a worthy cause. Though I wasn’t treated at their facility, they are one of the sponsors of a long-term cancer survivor study that has been invaluable in giving me information about the health issues that I will continue to face because of my high-dose chemotherapy treatments (with their life-altering side-effects).
Pic above is of me back in 1984 when I was undergoing my cancer treatments.
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today’s plan…
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
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simply overwhelmed
I just wanted to add one note even though I already blogged today…
One of the gifts of this crazy internet world has been the many beautiful people that I would never have known otherwise. I don’t dare make any kind of list recounting the various interactions (it would take days and I’m sure I would forgot so many!). But for right now I’m just feeling awed by the sweetness of some recent encounters.
As I sit here I am wearing a necklace gifted to me by G, who spent much of the last weekend with us. As I make arrangements for our winter trip, I am simply overwhelmed by offers of places to stay as we travel, those who have offered to loan winter clothing, and those who I will finally get to meet in-person.
Thank you just doesn’t stretch far enough to cover all of this goodness. :)
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which has more clarity…
Warning: if you are one of the people who gets their knickers in a knot when I compare Mormonism to Quakerism, just skip this post, ok?
Last night I attended a Finance Committee Meeting for our Quaker congregation. There were many agenda items and among them was a discussion of the wording for a statement about the appropriate usage of funds by various committees within the meeting. For about 10 minutes we debated whether two particular sentences were worded with clarity. The crux of the discussion came down to whether using a semi-colon or starting a new sentence would make a particular section of the statement more clear.
In this room were 4 women and 2 men. At least 4 of those people had advanced degrees. Four of us were “mature” and two of us were young-ish. Everyone had the chance to express an opinion. Each expression was considered equally and the decision was made to use the period rather than a semi-colon. My feeling was that the statement was fine either way and was clear either way. I didn’t contribute much to the discussion.
As we moved on to the other agenda items, a large concern was how to make the Meeting’s financial situation more clear to all those who attend weekly meetings–especially so everyone could know how important each contribution was to the well-being of our group. It was decided to put some of the information in the monthly newsletter and to create a graphical representation of the Meeting’s various financial allocations to have in the area outside the Worship room, where we meet for refreshments each week following Silent Meeting.
IF you are familiar with the LDS church then you will know that there is no transparency about the usage of donated funds. And, to be a member in good standing you are required to donate ten percent of your income to the church. Yes, if you have a particular leadership calling you might know how local funds are allocated. But the church does not release any information about the usage of the funds sent to SLC nor does it disclose the value of any of its vast holdings and investments. And, as I have said before, there is great gender disparity about who gets to make any kind of financial decisions in LDS wards. Local leaders are not allowed to set their own policies about financial allocations–meaning that they can’t decide how much of their funds go to Salt Lake and how much of it remains locally-held. This all comes straight from church HQ.
So sure, it can be a bit tedious to sit in a meeting and debate the merits of specific punctuation–especially when it seems such a very small detail. But I found it quite charming, simply because of the very fact that such an item could be on an agenda and could be up for discussion by all of us, even myself.
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but friendship…
“But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.”
~Oliver Wendell Holmes







