Tuesday, January 27, 2026

4 in one day: a song for beauty and sadness

I just wanted to note something. I'm keeping a lot here for posts in one day. 

This song is on repeat for me today. 

Grief is a strange swallowing thing. A librarian at a library near me gave me a book to read that is helping. I'm not going to talk about that, but however. It's funny how some things I talk about only indirectly here. 

But isn't that life? Not all of it is shared. 

But this song I can share and it's lovely and beautiful. I don't know much about where it's from but it's from something that I don't know about. I just know I find it beautiful. Soothing and speaks of beauty and pain. 

I remember a bath I took years ago listening to beautiful Christmas music from classic FM in England. I haven't listened to that station in quite a while. Maybe I will again someday. But today was a day when such a bath was needed and I listened to this song that I shared now with you. 

What a great mercy of God that I have. My life, my home, my husband and the beauty of each day.  May God have mercy on us. 

vintage books and new books both have their questions

Well, what an eventful day. I was able to write the blog post that was billowing up in me. This afternoon after getting my grocery delivery which wasn't exactly as normal. I understand that we're post storm and all that, but I'm not happy that the company I get food from is treating their employees more like Amazon. A company I use but don't like because of how they treat their employees. Anyway, my groceries were left for me to carry up which never happens. And of course it was when I would order extra milk. 

Anyway, I survived that! I went by light rail to the mall listening to my pink headphones. I found handkerchiefs for my beloved and I bought lip gloss for myself. I had a with purchase. Get one thing for my birthday free up to just under $10. So basically I got buy one get one free for lip gloss.  It's a kind I really like however. 

On the way back I went to my library. The one nearby to me that is. It's very new and I hope it will serve its community well. 

I'm enjoying the vintage Agatha Christie book. I've read it before

I have so many questions related to the book I was talking about earlier but I need a break from it now.  It's a good little book, but obviously there were parts of it that made me feel excluded. 

Maybe that's part of life? That no one can include everything but God? 

I don't know why I'm so deeply blessed, but I pray that God will have mercy on all of us.

Before I move on, more about this small book


Okay. I've now discussed what bothered me about the book and what I found painful. And that is that her experience of people saying I don't see you as different than anyone else was something that hurt her. Because she wanted to be seen as different. Not as just another American I guess. Or certainly not as just a white person. She wants to be seen for her mother's heritage. I'm not of a dual race/biracial. I am fully Dutch. My mother is from Holland and my father's family are from Holland further back. I come from West Michigan where there's lots of Dutch people. She actually seems to know about this subculture I would have to look at her book again, but I think her father's family may have some of this heritage in them. 

So what do you do with the fact that her experience makes her feel unseen if you don't see her the way that makes her feel seen? Which is to affirm and see her difference? 

But if you have a brain like mine, it's something I've learned which I said in the post I took down. I'm not going to put that post back up just because I want to write it differently. 

So as I mentioned in the post I took down when I was in some of my deepest pain I ordered a book called Autistic Thinking. Now I ordered another copy a year or so later and it was slightly different. The author self-published and she updated her own book. But my copy of her book changed my life. It revolutionized it. Because I had no idea I was on the neurodivergent spectrum. I knew many who were but I never thought I was. But I totally am. This book explained my childhood. And in ways my childhood was very much like this authors. But for different reasons. 

I was the one in my small class who was often bullied and teased and called names. I don't know for how many years, when I would get overtired, I would finally open up and cry about the fact that I was teased again. My parents didn't really know what to do about this, but my mom rightly said the following. It's much better to be bullied than to be the bully. Now, this may not seem fair to tell a child, but actually it's deeply true. 

When I've realized that because of my own woundedness I've been a bully. I feel very sad.  But I also have to accept that I too can do this. 

Now the reason this author and I had the same experience which is especially as children. We were on the outside. We were on the outside looking in. But she experienced this as pain. And she did have some very painful experiences that wounded her both in her mother's country of origin and in the States. For the same reason but differently. It was because she's biracial in both counts.  

But I was looking in from the outside for a different reason. It's because it's how my brain works. I actually really like it now that I understand that not everyone is like that. I am an observer. But I don't usually know that about myself because I'm just being myself. Of course, the danger of knowing yourself better is that you can think you're cooler than another person. That's the whole problem of the human race! I share the problem.

My life very much is like that now. I don't have anyone in my immediate living situation I.E that I don't have to take a train for an hour who understands me and is my age. My normal lived life has a lot of deep built-in solitude. Some would really like my life because they're surrounded by people and want to be alone. Sometimes I wish for a different life because I want a friend. However, I also really like my life. I actually need a lot of time alone to be able to do the huge writing project I'm doing. I would never get it done otherwise. 

And my writing project is going to take years because the research for it is really extensive. I really love it. But it's a lot of work but it's the right work for me. 

So part of my brain makeup is that I don't see difference. I see the person not their ethnicity, background or anything else, first. This is actually, by some, a very enviable state to be in. But everything has a strength and weakness. I can totally miss cues (where is the word I want to say here miscue?) that others wouldn't about a person I'm talking to. 

And I don't always see systems or hierarchy correctly.  Or what is considered normal anyway!

But see that's how my brain is made. I can collapse bubbles or boxes really easily because I don't see them. But I can make social blunders maybe more easily than some. But when I realize I've done them I feel really bad. But I have no idea how to fix them. 

But this is also a human problem. It's normal. 

So part of what I'm in the process of doing is to basically get used to being myself again and just accept the parts I understand more and not focus on them. Ironic for how I'm focusing on them now perhaps. 

The main thing is I'm more than just how my brain is made. I'm Elizabeth.  I'm exactly how God wanted me to be in terms of my personality and my brain. And lots of people have my type of brain and don't know it. 

And I too want to be accepted just like this writer. To be accepted in my own quirkiness and also brokenness. 

Now there's many things I liked about this book. I really loved her stories. I loved learning about the history of another country and the stories of her family. I felt she wrote those well and that it was a real strength in her book. 

But some of her rhetoric I found fell short. And by rhetoric. I don't just mean that in a negative sense, but that she was trying to communicate a belief. And part of her belief is in the rhetoric of inclusion and cultural difference. I'm not using another word on purpose because it's too overused and triggering. 

Here's a place where I felt her rhetoric fell short. She began the book with talking about herself and how she never allowed herself to be okay with her cultural background of her mother. Even as a young mother, she threw it away. She talks a lot about the soup that her culture has made for centuries, and she had no idea that this soup was normally given to nourish a young mother. She threw that soup down the sink when her mother wasn't looking. Later she was healed from this rejection of her mother and herself. And she became much more like her mother and embraced her cultural cuisine that her mother's culture is from. 

So now she wants to be seen as herself and in some ways to be honest seems to be prioritizing her mother's culture over her fathers. From her substack. I would say this is very clear. She's all about her mother's culture and finding people like her is what the impression I got from her substack.

But see that automatically excludes me because I'm not at all from those cultures. So like does that mean she doesn't like me? No because her husband is of a different culture and her father is of a different culture. But she had such deep wounds regarding her mother's culture that now she wants to surround herself with it and affirm herself by it and find friends who are like her. Is this wrong? Not at all. She's found great comfort and freedom in doing this. 

However, she is prioritizing people that understand her in this way in a way I can never do. Not on that specific level. 

Can I understand her on the level of feeling that you're on the outside? Yes. But see that's what I think is my superpower that I am on the outside. That's why I think I'll be a good writer one day because I see things from the outside. And I live on the outside in a lot of ways. But see I like that. It's where I'm comfortable. 

But sometimes it can be lonely because it's not as easy to find people who are on the inside like you are. But I do have them just not in my hometown. 

I have some very good friends, Who are my age, and I'm very grateful. 

Back to her rhetoric. So she traces her journey from rejecting her mother's culture and not being happy in her own skin to her progress in being happy and comfortable in her own skin. This is very great and very normal. I think most adults have to do this journey. It's very rare to find a balanced, comfortable in one's own skin, person in one's twenties. 

But here's where I felt she fell short and she may not like this. She suddenly turned the tables and said YOU must accept me because I now accept me in this particular way. I'm a child of my mother and you must see my mother's culture in me and not be cruel to me. 

Now I'm saying this very differently than she did. But she did have a line about you have to do X. And she was very specific that she had the line that you, the reader have to accept me this specific way. 

I didn't like that. One. I hate being told what to do. But two I found it to be poorly done. I don't like that kind of rhetoric. That you have to accept me the way I see myself. What if I see differently? What if my brain doesn't see difference but it still sees you? How do we talk to each other? How do we get past the hurts of our past to be able to really have a bridge between two very different people? 

What if those people aren't that different? I'm a writer too. Sure I'm not published yet but I'm working hard to one day do that. It scares me but it's for later. I have years to work on my project. 

But I don't think it's right to tell a reader you have to do X. She would be much stronger to actually just say I'm now comfortable in myself. I'm so glad I'm a child of my mother. I'm so glad that I know that God loves me and my culture. I rejoice in the fact that there's so many examples in the Bible where people are exiled and are basically living in a different culture than they're from. All of that she does in the book. But the line about you have to accept me this specific way. I don't like that. 

Let your reader make their own decisions. And it is actually a place of strength to just be comfortable and not to feel the need to say that you now have to treat me a certain way or I'm not happy. There's something emotionally wrong about that. 

Now do I have a million emotionally wrong things? Yep. Am I broken? Yes. So I may be very upfront about what I think about this book, but it's because it matters so much to me. 

That's what's so hard to explain when you're critiquing a book and saying what you don't like. It's because you actually like it if you're me.  There are a lot of strengths in this little book. But the weaknesses made me feel like I don't know if she'd ever really want to dialogue with me. 

Because I am of one race. I'm from Holland. But see that doesn't make me better. It's just who I am. I'm a human being whose origins are from one country and who lives in the States but lived in Canada for 15 years and I'm a dual citizen with Canada. 

When I'm in Canada I feel way more Canadian and my culture as a Canadian comes back. But I'm a Canadian who was an American first. I'm always on the outside. But as I said, I like it that way. 

The fact that she totally misunderstood Orthodox practice and dismissed it is almost laughable compared to her main point of inclusion.  My friend Pat helped me realize that she probably went to a Coptic Orthodox Church as I said in my last post. 

And I'm sorry that it made her feel excluded. A lot of very ethnic churches can still do this and have a hard time knowing what to do with people that aren't like themselves. Now within Orthodoxy in North America. There's a lot of openness and welcomingness but not always. 

I'll deal with the question of communion in another post. 

This one is very long already! 

I really did like this book on so many levels. But it felt to me that seeing how her woundedness impacts her makes me feel like she's closed to people that she's afraid would reject her and not see her. 

What if in trying to see another person you have to have difficult conversations and go through experiences of hurt to try to get to an understanding of each other? Is that not worth it in the end?

My kind of brain sees differently but it doesn't mean it doesn't see. And what I see in her is a writer who's trying to heal from her wounds and who's much more happier being herself than she ever has been. 

There's nothing simple in life though. Christianity in its core is simple. Holiness is simple. 

I just want to learn how to dialogue with people in a way that doesn't exclude. It's one of my big questions and it's one that I don't have an answer for.  And it's one that I totally fail at. But because I'm aware of my feeling and because too like to learn to include people, I think it's a question that's well worth talking about....

May God have mercy on us.

sometimes there is no start over/try again

 


my very good friend Pat explained that the Coptic church
does Holy Communion like this author describes and dismisses. 
***
I am in too much grief to try rewrite everything I wrote
and too sensative to how I felt this book, 
without meanning to,
automatically excluded me on many levels.
***
I learned a lot from it.
But I am too heartsick over how it excluded what is 
dearest to my heart and also excluded me because of 
my own lived experience and how my brain works.
***
So the blog post I wrote I reverted to draft and am simply 
not going to post it again.
I know it was already picked up by some places but 
I just can't fix what I wrote and would rather just have this in it's place.
***
So I am just going to say the main question again, 
which is how can we talk to each other without hurting the other
or excluding them?
Does one's story have to mean that another story is excluded?
***
I often think of God as the One who knows all our stories.
All I can say is that He is LOVE and what we are looking for is found 
in Christ, in the Holy Trinity.
***
In the short pages of this particular book I found much to love, I felt
I learned a lot.  But the gentleness that I associate with her culture,
that I experienced in my own life by Christians form this country,
the place of her Mother's birth, 
I found lacking by her very wounds from which she learned to say
I matter too.  God loves me too.
But in so doing,
she failed to include others who God loves as being just as 
important to God and that God never leaves anyone.
So much of this book was very on point but the heartache of being
so easily dismissed in my own life and experience,
which she did but did not mean to do,
is too painful to try to fix the blog post that I wrote about it first
so I took it down because sometimes,
I can't fix what I wrote or the reality of my experience,
but I am greatful that my friend Pat explained quickly her own and that 
this author may have gone to a Coptic Church,
which also refers to itself as the Coptic OrthodoxChurch but is (sadly) seperate from
the Orthodox church I am in; 
the church splits, esp the early ones, are perhaps the most painful
of all for me.  
I can say that I know amazing stories from Coptic Christians I have met
personally and know of the miracles that God has done for so many of them. 
***
I can say one thing that I said before:
God is not bound.
I know and have seen holiness in many walks of life and from
people in all sorts of Christian traditions and churches.
***
I know my choice to become Orthdoox and to stay Orthodox
has not been done lightly or without suffering.
***
It's just strange when an author's lived experince of being excluded 
and bullied because of her own differentness meant that parts of her book
hurt me because I was excluded and felt dismissed, as if
I was a story not worth being read or told.
***
What I am working on, in my own writing project,
is very much about this and looking at questions of faith and 
our fractured profoundly confused society and what 
it means to be a traditional Christian in what is becoming a very 
unfamiliar world to so many of us.
***
I can tell I am struggling.
It's nearly 1 AM and I can't sleep and just hope
I am not becoming physically ill again.
***
May God have mercy on us.

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Sunday at Home








I am reading that small book pictured above, 
thriftbooks does wonders for finding books... at more affordable prices,
a real luxury of living in the States...
***
I am finding the book, which I am about halfway through, good, but
at times chopping; at at times very good; 
while she is describing her experience and pinning it down to her own situation,
I know that loneliness she speaks of that she had when she was younger.
***
I am very greatful for my life and marriage.
***
I really wanted to go to church today but my Husband was quite worried (snow storm) 
and it was understandable and the light rail was down for us
 and well, we stayed home. Since I got poor sleep last night, 
it would have been difficult to go anyway.
***
But I feel the loss of it because I have so few days where I see people,
yet ironically, of course, I can need days to recover from being with people.
Ah life, the ever quandary and juxtaposition.
***
Life, it has so many ups and downs, 
so much to be thankful for; so much that is hard to say 
or even articulate.
***
We had a special meal of Thanksgiving food from precious leftovers...
I was able to do laundry tonight,
we have power, running a bath and having hot water, fully possible.
***
I can't imagine being homeless; not having even a room to sleep in that is 
always your own room;
I love our home, it's like my shell that I hide in, 
safe, secure, surrounded by beautiful things,...
truly I am very blessed...
***
Grief is such a strange hungry thing.
I feel it underlying my life now,
in so many ways.
I like the book I am reading on that note especially I think.
***
My first spiritual mother died when I was 21;
the summer before she gave me hot chocolate to drink, when
I came early to help out with things at the Camp
and when she died, I drank many cups of hot chocolate...
I am glad I have a way to do that now without the extra sugar,
since my LF Milk is sweeter than normal milk.
***
I loved the manti dumplings that I finished eating today;
the tang of the yogurt, the softness of the dough, the savoury meat,
it's really delicious.
***
God really carries us through things,
giving us so many blessings; of course I am very blessed; 
so many are suffering.
***
Lord have mercy on us....

Saturday and Early Sunday

 

















I wonder what I would think if I looked at this post, say
ten or twenty years from now!
Will I remember how excited I could get at CVS sales? 
I got two journals buy-one-get-one-free
and a sale on lipstick (LOL) and coupons that made it less money...
yet it is frivoulous things, but yet give me a sense of happiness, 
but still, I must acknowledge that I am a bit silly.... but yet...
here I am!
***
The fancy tea ended up being the wrong one! but it was so yummy!
Did you notice? it was the Christmas tea, not fig and black tea!
I wonder if that tea is put in the 'Christmas tea' box... 
such a special generous gift!
***
I made fried onions and mushrooms! to be enjoyed with sour cream!
I did not have any yet as the soup and pizza slice was enough for my lunch!
I did not sleep well, I was too cold I think! 
I am warmer now...
***
The light rail is suspended for today because of the snow storm and so we are
staying home from Church today...
I was there last night, it was really nice.
Mr Husband and I, after vespers, went out to dinner with a new friend who is 
visiting our church.  I really enjoyed the food and conversation!
***
We have lots of good food to enjoy...
I was worried about the snow storm so I bought an extra milk, I go through a lot of 
LF milk because I like to heat up cups of it and put cocoa in it for
hot chocolate... lactose free milk is sweet so I don't have to add sugar. 
***
So I got an extra milk, more clementines, a loaf of bread and a kombucha
(we had a coupon for that!)
***
Just in case the power goes out, we charged up our extra phone batteries, 
checked our emergency lanterns that run on battery,
and of course plugged our phones in for the night.
***
I am really thankful for our warm home, food, hot tea and milk,
and my life with my Husband.
I have a lot to be thankful for!
***
May God have mercy on us!

Friday, January 23, 2026

Friday quiet and cozy


It's been another colder day. I read more of the book on Einstein and I'm taking notes. I like the book a lot because it connects to things I've already read.  I love making connections between ideas.

I called my Grandma this afternoon and folded laundry.  She's so sweet and burst out that she does not quite love the weather they're having! She's always so thankful so this was very heartfelt!  She's been housebound for a week and a half because of bad weather! But she lives in her own apartment in an apartment building with other seniors so she still can see others. We talked about being thankful. 

Virginia, I always make my tea by the pot! 🤣🫖 When I'm home I usually drink three to four pots of tea a day! I switched to decaf, usually by 2:00 p.m. however, because the caffeine keeps me awake! I really love tea 🫖🫖🫖

Greta, I did write you but quantum physics has been an interest of mine for a few years and is natural since I love the novelist Madeleine L'Engle.

There's something about science and mathematicians that gives me a sense of joy. And I'm really interested in how both have impacted our culture in terms of ideas and also our lives. Like we wouldn't be using smartphones without them. To say the least! 

The hard thing is that it takes me so much time to read something that really is quite simple. This book on Einstein is definitely an easier book. And it's really fun! But I struggle I think with impatience....😳🤔🤣 

I've been thinking of the novel dragons in the water for a while, so I decided to grab it from my shelf. I'd forgotten that I have a first edition of it! I feel really blessed....

The journal I'm writing in for the Einstein book I've been using and I had totally forgotten that 2 years ago I was studying quantum physics and it's because of the concept of light.  My notes are in that journal!

I'm really glad I keep journals with notes of my reading because otherwise I wouldn't be able to connect everything properly. I had a really fun conversation at lunch with my husband who was working from home today! We talked all about science and Einstein and Newton.... I have more things to look up because of my conversation with him! But I didn't do it today because I wanted to just have a reading day. 

Tomorrow I should really try to get out! It's been nice to be home today and reading. However. May God have mercy on us! 

Thursday, January 22, 2026

A Quiet Thursday with pots of tea and delicious food


Another quiet day at home. It's been a very good day. I got some more writing done. I'm absolutely loving this book. Very short on Einstein.  I chatted with a very dear friend. I enjoyed having the rest of the chicken pot pie which was ginormous! I had a bowl of chicken soup for dinner. I also enjoyed the scone that I'd gotten earlier which my husband said I might as well eat because he hasn't gotten to it. 

I must say I like Tea and Sympathy scones better!  They'll both are good.  Harney and Sons has a bit too much sugar for me. 

I was able to get some laundry done today.  

Grief is a strange thing. I went through a day or so where I couldn't read Lee Smith's novel at all. Today I read a little and it felt stable again. I think I was in so much grief that I couldn't take it. Of course the book has a lot of sadness in it....

I'm so glad that we have such days like I've had today. It wasn't always an easy day but it was a day of quiet. And I desperately needed it. We're getting a snowstorm this weekend. I'm already thinking I need to husband the milk I have! I have enough. I just really like hot chocolate! And I figured out that lactose-free milk being sweet added to cocoa alone is really good without extra sugar. 

The heart-shaped block of tea has rose petals in it. It's really good and I plan on using it again tomorrow. It says you can steep it twice, but actually it's such a profound amount of tea that you can use it more than twice! 

It's funny how grief is that thing that feels like it's swallowing you whole or like you need to yawn or you're desperately hungry and don't know why. Then you realize oh it's only grief. 

But grief takes time as does everything in life. And I've had many good moments today and clearly really good food. I'm extremely blessed and I'm very thankful for that.  

May God have mercy on us all.