The World is Still Beautiful

There’s a lot going on in the world these days. The news media, social media and our friends, family and colleagues can’t stop talking about tragedy. We feel worn down, lost. We may even feel like the world is getting worse. (Statistically, violent crime in the United States has dropped significantly since I was a kid in the 90s.)

We’re quick to anger, to fear, to worry about the state of things. But anger, worry and fear do not fix the things that plague us, and they don’t  make them go away.

In the midst of all this, it helps to remember just how much GOOD there is also in the world. How much beauty there is out there. Here’s a list of the things I can see in my day to day life and smile:

20160713_081654The surplus of rabbits I’ve been seeing in my area lately

20160708_141417The thousands of varieties of flowers, trees and plants that bloom in beautiful rainbows along the path I walk Bingley every day

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She made this necklace for me.

A woman I know who had just been diagnosed with stage 2 cervical and ovarian cancer came into my work to give US gifts

The beauty of the sunset

The heat of the sun being tempered by cool breezes

Friends who tag me in videos of cute baby clothes or otters, because they know me and they want to make me smile

And the Universe, who reminds me every day that things can be better:

Avoiding something, Andrea, draws it ever near.

Defending yourself can become a full time job.

And worrying about things that might never happen increases their chances of happening.

Yet still, you are 10,000 times more likely to laugh than cry, be healthy than sick, live rich than poor, have friends than be alone.

That’s the kind of momentum you’ve garnered through countless lifetimes of love. That’s the kind of power you long ago learned to master. And, quite frankly, those were the odds you negotiated.

You’re just another part of me,
The Universe
Your whole life is proof, Andrea.

The Universe is wise.

In times like these, it helps to unplug, go outside, and look around at all the beauty in the world.

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The Best Father’s Day Gifts

happy-fathers-dayFather’s Day is this Sunday, June 19, and while I’m sure some of you have already purchased Dad something incredible, I’m also sure some of you haven’t even given a thought as to what to get dear old Dad. Well stop worrying because I’m here to tell you exactly what to buy him!

NOTHING.

no money

Yep, you heard me right.

Don’t spend a damn dime.

No, I’m not a Dad Hater. Not remotely. Give your dad something better than you can afford to buy at a store. Give him a hug. Your love. Your time. Tell him that you love him. Make him a card from scratch like you did when you were little. Spend the day with him. If you don’t get along well, reach out. Find common ground. Make peace.

hugging-571076_960_720Because someday Father’s Day will roll around and Dad won’t be there to celebrate it with.

To all those men out there who are not just sperm donors and raise their children to be good citizens, I salute you! Happy Father’s Day!

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The Feeling of Family

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My cousin Sara, me & Grandma Gloria

I was adopted as an infant.  I got pretty lucky in the adoptive family department: I had a dad who adored me and extended family on both sides that I feel pretty close to. I was raised an only child but my cousin Susan is like a big sister to me in many ways. She and her bestie Deana always let me hang out with them (and they still do) even though I was several years younger.

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From left to right: Aunt Mary, The Hubs, Uncle Alan, Uncle Mark, Grandma Gloria, Uncle Scott.

When I was 26 my birth mom and I connected, and so many clouded pieces of who I am suddenly started to clear up and make sense. As an adoptee, no matter how loved you are in your adoptive family, there’s this disparate feeling that you don’t fit in. You may be loved, but you’re different.  I was welcomed with open arms into my maternal birth family and every time I spend time with them as a whole I can’t help but think “these are my PEOPLE, this is where I come from.” There’s no feeling of “watch what you say because people will think you’re weird”. I listen to everyone talk and laugh and I hear myself in their words. They love dogs, swear and joke about sex (the theme of Christmas 2012 was dildo) and are sarcastic and snarky and they love design and food JUST LIKE ME.

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Watching my Uncle Scott, my mom, and my grandma scratch off lottery tickets from the cool comfort of a chaise.

To have that connection, to be hugged warmly by an uncle, to be called babygirl by an aunt, to be begged to be in photos, to be so thoroughly accepted after such a long absence: that’s something special. So to any of you who read this: thanks. It means the world to me.

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