E.M.’s Weekly Word: 1-22-23 A Reckoning is Coming

This week’s word is: generation


“Who the heck names these generations?!”

“I’ve never thought about that.”

“Well, the people labeling everything these days ought to be fired!”

“Why are you so upset?”

“Because labels matter. One modifying word can set the tone. What if we called the “climate crisis” the “climate obstacle”? That dumbass “crisis” modifier is meant to frighten everyone! People have always had the ability to innovate and adapt to challenges. Scaring everybody is counterproductive. You can ‘bet the farm’ that the new age labeling of things has underlying usefulness to someone.”

“You’re so cynical. Relax.”

“Really? What does calling a generation “X” or “Z” tell us? It tells me that they aren’t important enough to have a real name, much less, a legacy. I’m starting to believe that today’s powerful people intend to promote hopelessness. Heck… on top of that our youth are encouraged to be ‘stoned’ and ‘hypnotized’ by Tik Tok. There’s something diabolical going on buddy!”

“You’re just being one of those ‘conspiracy theorists’. Let’s get a drink and watch a game.”

“You go ahead. I’m going to pick up my grandkids and we’re going to ‘hang out’. I’d like to think they’d become the “Reckoning Generation”. We Boomers are obligated to light a few “fires” and it starts with influencing our grandchildren.”



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Taking Pause

seeds 112#1In Autumn, the forest does not die

But folds her arms tightly

Embracing a fine satisfaction.

Reflections are brightest then.

When color flashes and fades

In one instant of hurrah.
No regrets.

Life becomes life,

Passing knowledge in subtle shades of gold.

One great pause

To emphasize what matters most.

Timing is everything.
No regrets.

Shining days of resurrection.

A whispered promise

On a chilling wind.

Awkward seedlings will persevere

Built upon your rituals,
your wisdom,
no regrets.

——————–

For my granddaughters.

Family Gathering

Deb and meMy mother organized a family gathering that we celebrated on June 1st. A collection of cousins, and their kids, some I had never met, came. Afterward, there was an unexpected let down. So many people and so little time to interact beyond small talk.

For the next few days , following the event, I’ve had a “woulda/shoulda/coulda” feeling. You see, if a person is presenting a party, they are busy with meeting the needs of guests instead of enjoying the people. Certainly, watching our children, and grandchildren, making brand new family friends was a joy. I was overwhelmed though, with people whom I was unable to fully appreciate and subjects I was unable (because of limited time) to talk about. My cousin, Debbie (pictured with me above), made a 5 hour trip and spent 5 hours returning home after our mingle.

For those an hour or less away, I had little time and I have a heavy heart about that fact. Although we live relatively close, we do not gather for years on end. A smaller, more intimate gathering would do us but to “make time” for those many smaller gatherings doesn’t seem doable. Work, and family duties are many and it’s a burden to ask too often. My sister suggested a catered event in the future which would lighten the load upon the party organizers to afford more real “visiting”.  I believe, with a family so large, there will be the inevitable regrets, even still. Some folks are going to be “left out” whenever there are so many. Having the duty (a wonderfully fun one) of photographing the event, also sadly, puts the “photographer” outside of the mingle. Next time, I believe buying disposable cameras for each family, might be a better way to get a more varied and complete “picture”.

I would love to hear suggestions about how to make a large party work without the extravagance of a wedding reception.

It was a fun day and, those who could not come, were missed.

Ha! If you had come, I probably would have ignored you guys too!  At least, the no-shows kept my regrets fewer. 😉