Namaste

At the end of yoga classes, the teacher typically puts his/her hands in prayer pose, bows to the class and says, "Namaste." It's a Sanskrit word that loosely translates to "The divine in me honors the divine in you." The students reciprocate the bow and sentiment.

It is a beautiful practice and reminder that God lies within each of us.

Last weekend, I was reading a book entitled Soul Prints written by Rabbi Marc Gafni that I grabbed from the free, discard shelves at our library. In this book, he states that "shalom" not only means "peace" but also in the Kabbalistic understanding of language conveys a wider intent--specifically, "The divine point within me greets the divine point within you." Wow. Really?

Early the same evening, after reading that point, and pondering its significance, I attended Catholic mass and couldn't help but notice the similarities. The priest says "The Lord be with you" and we respond "And also with you." Sometimes it's more elaborate (e.g., "The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all") but the response is the same, "And also with you."

Later, the priest states, "The peace of the Lord be with you always" and again we say, "And also with you." We then offer each other a sign of peace by shaking hands with everyone around us and saying to one another, "Peace be with you." Every week, bar none, this simple gesture reminds me of my grandpa Jack who always turned to us and said, "Shalom."

What an honor, right? To acknowledge the divine peace and presence in the family, friends and strangers among us. Although I've been performing this act my entire life, until last weekend, I had never fully appreciated the beauty.

Namaste.

Or, as the great spiritual leader Obi-Wan Kenobi once said, "May the force be with you."

Attack of the Clones

The boys and I are back from a week in Sanibel with my mom and our "surprise" guests: all my siblings and their spouses. And one little baby boy. Very relaxed and carefree. No major family dramas. Just perfect weather, sunshine, warmth, swimming, lounging, eating and drinking.

Happy (insert age here) Grannie Annie!

While there, I was kicking myself that I had run out of room on my camera's memory card. I was deleting old photos one by one just to make room for more but quickly tired of it and simply stopped taking pictures.

When I got home, I went to download the pictures I had taken only to find seven million (plus or minus a 2% margin of error) pictures of Son #1's Lego Clone Troopers stored on my camera. He must have spent an entire night with my camera making a lengthy, stop motion video. So much for my parental oversight.

Memories below of my trip vs. his trip:



Those Clone Troopers are doing a fine job of protecting the snorkeling mask but I think I'd rather have more pictures of my awesome family and the beach. Did I say "more"? I meant "some." Oh well. I'm sure we'll do it again when Grannie turns 100 . . .

He was a Clone Trooper, camera snapper, yeah
It took me so long to find out, and I found out
Clone Trooper, yeah