Some moves come easier than others. I wish I knew the magic formula that leads to a smooth entry into my new surroundings. I think part of it is not wanting to let go off things from the previous place. Like my gym or workout schedule, rythym of our weeks and weekends. I am taking steps to make this place it's own for me.
Last night was my first bike ride. For now I am using Ryan's bike and I decided to give trail riding a hand. Fortunately I didn't realize the size of the hill in between me and the beginners trail I was trying or I would have stayed home ;) by the time I reached the trail I was pretty tired but I still did it!
Something I was never prepared for happened..... I ran over a stinking snake. It did a creepy slither in pain thing as my wheel hit it. I was screaming and peddling sure the wheels were going to send this seriously angry snake at my head. No such event happened but in my mind it was a very real possibility.
1.6 miles was my first ride. I spent the evening nursing muscle I am sure have never been used before but yeah for steps in the right direction!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Childhood
"Childhood is unique, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to let life unfold slowly" http://simplehomeschool.net
What a beautifully amazing and scary thought for me this morning, letting all it means sink in!
What a beautifully amazing and scary thought for me this morning, letting all it means sink in!
Friday, April 12, 2013
Holocaust Survivor Edgar Krasa
Yesterday I left my mommy clothes on the hanger I pieced together what I hoped was a presentable "work" outfit and in heels made my way into a conference room at Hanscom. I sat in the back so I could duck out a few minutes early so Ryan could get to a meeting.
Then he walked in reckless wiry white hair, suit and slacks covering his aging body.
I immediately feel in love, he shared his general experience with us as a Jewish Holocaust survivor his humor intermixed with a devastating story. He joked about the troubles in memory of the "golden years" made light of his time in the ghetto and even spoke of the woes of Auschwitz.
I cried like a baby as did many others in the room when he showed a picture of his identification tattoo from Auschwitz next to his grandsons license plate, his grandson had chosen his grandfathers identification number as his first license plate number.
I sobbed openly as he turned to his son and asked if he was a good fatherly figure, as he still all these years later questioned why 2 teenage boys took to him in the cattle car on the way to Auschwitz.
He openly questioned the choices made by others that either saved their lives or condemned them to be victims of mass murder. He still all these years later trying to process the details of the horrific experience.
It is for people like Mr. Krasa that I passionately pursue my education of these horrible events. I have always questioned my choice but not today. Today I understood these survivors are aging they need their voices to be heard in the future because they speak out against hate and genocide. I want to listen until I have heard each voice then when the time is right carry on the stories for them.
Then he walked in reckless wiry white hair, suit and slacks covering his aging body.
I immediately feel in love, he shared his general experience with us as a Jewish Holocaust survivor his humor intermixed with a devastating story. He joked about the troubles in memory of the "golden years" made light of his time in the ghetto and even spoke of the woes of Auschwitz.
I cried like a baby as did many others in the room when he showed a picture of his identification tattoo from Auschwitz next to his grandsons license plate, his grandson had chosen his grandfathers identification number as his first license plate number.
I sobbed openly as he turned to his son and asked if he was a good fatherly figure, as he still all these years later questioned why 2 teenage boys took to him in the cattle car on the way to Auschwitz.
He openly questioned the choices made by others that either saved their lives or condemned them to be victims of mass murder. He still all these years later trying to process the details of the horrific experience.
It is for people like Mr. Krasa that I passionately pursue my education of these horrible events. I have always questioned my choice but not today. Today I understood these survivors are aging they need their voices to be heard in the future because they speak out against hate and genocide. I want to listen until I have heard each voice then when the time is right carry on the stories for them.
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