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A review by jjp723
Momma Zen: Walking the Crooked Path of Motherhood by Karen Maezen Miller
5.0
Wonderful. So many things I needed to hear that I already know (how's that for Zen thinking???). A reminder that, as cliched as it is, now is really all we've got, and that having to let go is one thing we will have to do over and over, whether that means letting go of someone you love or letting go and letting yourself sleep when a million things are left undone, and finally that we can change - our minds, our attitudes, everything. *Thank you Siouxland Libraries for finding this book for me - all the way from Sheridan, WY :)*
*Not one more wish, not one more want, not one more thought. I can let desires, as they will, come up; and I can let them, as they will, go away, providing I don't chase them all the way to Sears for the higher-priced model.*
*Meanwhile, consider all this a way to conjure up more empathy on an ordinary day. Yes, we all have a load on our hands, but heavy is in our heads. Set the heavy down and sweep aside the useless mental clutter. Don't think of a single reason why you can't go out for ice cream. Two scoops - who's counting?*
*I put the clothes away that night as I would again on many other nights. My girl was a big girl, her own girl, with her own loves and her own life. I was a spectator, but the show was splendid and I still had the best seat in the house. If I were forever looking forward or lingering too long looking backward, I would miss too much. I would miss it all.*
*Death is so matter of fact. All of this buildup, all of this wild hope and rage, and death comes and goes like the period at the end of a sentence. Once passed, you can't find where it was. So this is what it means when they say life goes on.*
*In my bleakest times, one more plea from her hooks me, and I thrash back, as if fighting for my life. I'm not really fighting for my life; I'm fighting for my way of life. Namely, the lost luxury of solitude combined with unlimited escapes into email and the Internet.*
*Not one more wish, not one more want, not one more thought. I can let desires, as they will, come up; and I can let them, as they will, go away, providing I don't chase them all the way to Sears for the higher-priced model.*
*Meanwhile, consider all this a way to conjure up more empathy on an ordinary day. Yes, we all have a load on our hands, but heavy is in our heads. Set the heavy down and sweep aside the useless mental clutter. Don't think of a single reason why you can't go out for ice cream. Two scoops - who's counting?*
*I put the clothes away that night as I would again on many other nights. My girl was a big girl, her own girl, with her own loves and her own life. I was a spectator, but the show was splendid and I still had the best seat in the house. If I were forever looking forward or lingering too long looking backward, I would miss too much. I would miss it all.*
*Death is so matter of fact. All of this buildup, all of this wild hope and rage, and death comes and goes like the period at the end of a sentence. Once passed, you can't find where it was. So this is what it means when they say life goes on.*
*In my bleakest times, one more plea from her hooks me, and I thrash back, as if fighting for my life. I'm not really fighting for my life; I'm fighting for my way of life. Namely, the lost luxury of solitude combined with unlimited escapes into email and the Internet.*