ITP #9: It's time to head back to school. Whether you're a student, or a parent, the new school year can be an emotional time. On this week's Inside the Pomegranate, Anush takes a look at letting our kids go so that they can learn some of life's lessons on their own.
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19 August 2013
Off to School
We just got home today from a week's vacation. It's kind of sad to have it come to an end because we had such an amazing time. For several years now, the state of Oregon has been calling to me: "Anush.....anush.....come to oregon..." Okay, not spooky like that...but I've had this feeling that I have to go to Oregon for some reason. Neither my husband, nor I had ever been there, so this year, when we were thinking about vacation, I pulled a double whammy and said, "Hey Neddy....this year, for vacation, I want to go to Oregon." "Okay...what's there?" "I have no idea." Always up for an adventure, he agreed.
Well, how has your week been? You heard that mine was great. If you have children you know that either last week or this week is when schools are starting back up. I was thinking back on the start of the new school year when I was in elementary and junior high school. Until recently, I think, the start of the school year was right after Labor Day, right? For some reason it's in August now. Anyways, there was great anticipation in starting a new year at school New lunchboxes, new notebooks and PeeChee folders (remember those?). And then on the first day you'd need to bring your books home and cover them all. We'd use the brown paper bags from the grocery to cover our books. New markers or crayons for projects...and a new eraser...the pink kind. The Asian girls in my class always had the really cool plastic erasers from Japan that smelled sweet. I was always jealous of them because of their scented erasers.
Then the second part of the whammy. "Let's go camping up the Oregon coast!!" Although I have quite a bit of camping experience, and Ani and I have gone on mother/daughter camping trips, this was my husband's first time camping. And I figured he's either going to love it or hate it, but I thought what's the harm of trying. So I made the reservations and booked some very beautiful campsites on the Oregon Coast and off we went. And I've got to say that it was incredible. And I have created a camper out of him!
The beaches are wide and expansive and clean. If you love looking for shells, like I do, this is a great place to go shell collecting. And rock collecting. There are some really interesting agate beaches with beautiful pebbles. And there are trees, trees and more trees. The drive up the coast is lined with forests. Huge redwoods. And just the sight of it all makes you really appreciate God as the greatest artist of all. The trees, the birds, the scenery, and colors in the sunset were all miraculous. Sure, I live in California which also has the coast right there, but in Oregon there were miles and miles of pristene beaches...unspoiled. The industry up there is timber and fishing, so great little towns dotting the coast and lots of friendly people.
We roughed it...slept in a tent. Cooked out on the coleman stove, and although we weren't hugely successful at keeping our campfire going, it was good enough!! So the whole experience was great. My husband's one indulgence, or goal was getting a Dairy Queen every day for a Peanut Buster Parfait. He's from Chicago, and I guess Dairy Queens are common there but not in CA. So when he saw the Dairy Queens dotting the coast, all was right with the world. Did you know there's no sales tax in Oregon? And you can't pump your own gas. Seriously. We covered from Brookings to Astoria and back. And on the way home we made a stop in San Francisco to visit my younger brother and his family before heading home. All in all, in 8 days we drove a total of 2015 miles! I'll post some photos of our trip on my blog. If you'd like to see, please visit www.pomegranateandeye.com.
Well, how has your week been? You heard that mine was great. If you have children you know that either last week or this week is when schools are starting back up. I was thinking back on the start of the new school year when I was in elementary and junior high school. Until recently, I think, the start of the school year was right after Labor Day, right? For some reason it's in August now. Anyways, there was great anticipation in starting a new year at school New lunchboxes, new notebooks and PeeChee folders (remember those?). And then on the first day you'd need to bring your books home and cover them all. We'd use the brown paper bags from the grocery to cover our books. New markers or crayons for projects...and a new eraser...the pink kind. The Asian girls in my class always had the really cool plastic erasers from Japan that smelled sweet. I was always jealous of them because of their scented erasers.
New school clothes. The funny part about living in CA and back to school clothing is that mom would buy us fall clothing....the plaids and the socks and tie shoes and sweaters. Of course we'd want to wear new clothes on the first day of school, so there's everyong all in their fall finery, except that the temperatures here in So Cal are in the 80s and 90s...hardly the cool crisp weather the clothing is meant for. But back then, in the 70's, there were dress codes. Shorts and tshirts were not allowed in school. Neither were sandals. So we dealt with it.
So as I mentioned earlier, on the way back down from Oregon we stopped in San Francisco for one evening to visit my younger brother, sister in law, and my nephew Vartan who will be starting Kindergarten this coming Monday. After spending a very fun evening playing Pengaloo and Pikachu with him in his little igloo tent in the living room, the following morning were were able to attend Vartan's play day, a nice little get together of all the kindergarten classes at Vartan's new school. We all met at the park, and each child was given a lei that coincided with the class they'd be in. Vartan's lei was yellow....so immediately, he went in search of other children that had yellow leis on the playground. It was neat to see his interaction with his new classmates....and in turn, it good to see the interaction of my brother and sister in law with the parents of Vartan's new classmates as well.
To those of us who have been there, and done that with our children, we know how difficult it is that first year. Sending your baby off to school to fend for themselves can be very emotional. As my brother and I stood together at the park, taking it all in, I saw him searching the playground for Vartan, making sure he was making friends. Wanting to go up and check in with him, but being a strong daddy and holding back and letting him out there on his own. But yet still present.
There's so much to learn when you're just starting out. How to share, how to take turns, how to listen and not interrupt. And then the realization that you're not the center of your teacher's universe like you are to your parents. Being that we were visiting, I was trying to get some pictures of him and went up to him on the playground to see whta he was up to. There was a play train in the yard and Vartan was behind the wheel. In front of him was another compartment...the engine compartment, and behind him other cars. When I approached him he looked concerned. When I asked what was bothering him he said,
"That girl is in the engine compartment."
I said,"Well, maybe she's the engine mechanic?"
He answered, "But I'm the engine mechanic".
I said, "Well, you're behind the wheel...I think you're the engineer...and she's the mechanic." "But I'm both!", he said. "I am the engineer, AND the mechanic...I do everything on this train!"
I think this is the big lesson of kindergarten and of course, of life: You CAN do everything yourself in life, but it's so much more fun when you allow others to share in your adventure. I told him that Kindergarten was going to be different. He'd have a lot of friends that would all want to share in the fun. And that everyone had to play together. I don't know if he bought it, but I could see him thinking about it. And as I walked back toward my brother, I looked over my shoulder and Vartan had turned to the kids in the passenger cars behind him and was saying, "Everybody get ready. This training is leaving and it's going to Los Angeles!" : ) And the little girl? she was still in the engine compartment...as the mechanic!
And then there's us parents. The start of school is an adjustment for us as well! My sister in law has been a stay at home mom since Vartan was born. Embracing motherhood and makiing sure that my nephew had diverse and challenging experiences, she signed Vartan up for all kinds of classes, workshops, activites that the both of them would attend. Because of this, he's very well adjusted, social and makes friends easily. And he has a super imagination too. Now, suddenly, it's going to be different for his mom as she'll find herself alone while he's at school. It's tough to let go now and allow all those experiences to come to an end and let the love and nurturing to do their thing.
It's like this for all our lives, no matter how old our children are. My sister had posted photos of my two neices on their first day of school and wrote a comment on Facebook about how they were growing up and she remembered that song from Mama Mia...about how her kids were "slipping through her fingers." One just started 5th grade, and the other high school. I was thinking, "Just wait....til they start dating, and college...and weddings..etc." It all flies by so quickly.
And then there's the big move if they're attending college away from home. Suddenly after high school graduation, our kids are packing up and moving out....clothes and dorm room stuff, hot pots and ramen noodles. Bedding and blankets. And their rooms are empty until they come back for holidays or summer. And then life after college: I remember last year when I wrote about my "empty nest" and how I felt after my daughter got married. It's much the same as that first day of school. All of life is like a series of hills....start school, climb up through the grades, graduate. Start a new school and you're down at the bottom of the hill again...you start the climb... freshman, sophmore, junior, senior....graduate...then start over with college back down at the bottom. And then after school, real life. And the same with new jobs...starting at the bottom, working your way up. If you change career's you're back at the bottom.
We love our children. We nurture and provide for them. We teach them life lessons that we've gone through but that they can only learn if they experience it themselves. It's our job to instill in them self confidence, curiosity, compassion, love, kindness, self-preservation and faith. We pray for them....for their safety, for wisdom, for good friends and good judgment. And then, when it's time, we have to let go...and let God guide them. We have to have faith that we have done our best....and then believe that all our prayers are being heard and that God is holding our children in his loving hands and wrapping them safely in the wings of his angels.
To all of you starting off a new school year...whether students or parents. If you're a student, I wish you a successful school year with happy memories, new friends, a natural curiosity and a joy of learning. And wishing our parents out there peace and faith in knowing that our children are right where God has intended them to be when we have raised them in a love-centered/God-centered home. Oh, and one more thing: College students....be patient with us parents and realize that it's hard for us to let go too. Send us a text message and check in once in a while. Call home on the weekends. Because we miss you more than you know.
And finally, I'm writing this on Asdvadzadzin, the Feast of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary. I wanted to wish all of you Mary's out there...Mariams, Mar's, Marianas, (And all you Mary-name derivatives) and my sister Susan - who is a Surpouhi, a very blessed Name Day! Anoonovut Abreek!!
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If you'd like to hear the audio version of this blog, it's available for download on epostle.net, iTunes, Stitcher radio and blubrry.
To those of us who have been there, and done that with our children, we know how difficult it is that first year. Sending your baby off to school to fend for themselves can be very emotional. As my brother and I stood together at the park, taking it all in, I saw him searching the playground for Vartan, making sure he was making friends. Wanting to go up and check in with him, but being a strong daddy and holding back and letting him out there on his own. But yet still present.
There's so much to learn when you're just starting out. How to share, how to take turns, how to listen and not interrupt. And then the realization that you're not the center of your teacher's universe like you are to your parents. Being that we were visiting, I was trying to get some pictures of him and went up to him on the playground to see whta he was up to. There was a play train in the yard and Vartan was behind the wheel. In front of him was another compartment...the engine compartment, and behind him other cars. When I approached him he looked concerned. When I asked what was bothering him he said,
"That girl is in the engine compartment."
I said,"Well, maybe she's the engine mechanic?"
He answered, "But I'm the engine mechanic".
I said, "Well, you're behind the wheel...I think you're the engineer...and she's the mechanic." "But I'm both!", he said. "I am the engineer, AND the mechanic...I do everything on this train!"
I think this is the big lesson of kindergarten and of course, of life: You CAN do everything yourself in life, but it's so much more fun when you allow others to share in your adventure. I told him that Kindergarten was going to be different. He'd have a lot of friends that would all want to share in the fun. And that everyone had to play together. I don't know if he bought it, but I could see him thinking about it. And as I walked back toward my brother, I looked over my shoulder and Vartan had turned to the kids in the passenger cars behind him and was saying, "Everybody get ready. This training is leaving and it's going to Los Angeles!" : ) And the little girl? she was still in the engine compartment...as the mechanic!
And then there's us parents. The start of school is an adjustment for us as well! My sister in law has been a stay at home mom since Vartan was born. Embracing motherhood and makiing sure that my nephew had diverse and challenging experiences, she signed Vartan up for all kinds of classes, workshops, activites that the both of them would attend. Because of this, he's very well adjusted, social and makes friends easily. And he has a super imagination too. Now, suddenly, it's going to be different for his mom as she'll find herself alone while he's at school. It's tough to let go now and allow all those experiences to come to an end and let the love and nurturing to do their thing.
It's like this for all our lives, no matter how old our children are. My sister had posted photos of my two neices on their first day of school and wrote a comment on Facebook about how they were growing up and she remembered that song from Mama Mia...about how her kids were "slipping through her fingers." One just started 5th grade, and the other high school. I was thinking, "Just wait....til they start dating, and college...and weddings..etc." It all flies by so quickly.
And then there's the big move if they're attending college away from home. Suddenly after high school graduation, our kids are packing up and moving out....clothes and dorm room stuff, hot pots and ramen noodles. Bedding and blankets. And their rooms are empty until they come back for holidays or summer. And then life after college: I remember last year when I wrote about my "empty nest" and how I felt after my daughter got married. It's much the same as that first day of school. All of life is like a series of hills....start school, climb up through the grades, graduate. Start a new school and you're down at the bottom of the hill again...you start the climb... freshman, sophmore, junior, senior....graduate...then start over with college back down at the bottom. And then after school, real life. And the same with new jobs...starting at the bottom, working your way up. If you change career's you're back at the bottom.
We love our children. We nurture and provide for them. We teach them life lessons that we've gone through but that they can only learn if they experience it themselves. It's our job to instill in them self confidence, curiosity, compassion, love, kindness, self-preservation and faith. We pray for them....for their safety, for wisdom, for good friends and good judgment. And then, when it's time, we have to let go...and let God guide them. We have to have faith that we have done our best....and then believe that all our prayers are being heard and that God is holding our children in his loving hands and wrapping them safely in the wings of his angels.
To all of you starting off a new school year...whether students or parents. If you're a student, I wish you a successful school year with happy memories, new friends, a natural curiosity and a joy of learning. And wishing our parents out there peace and faith in knowing that our children are right where God has intended them to be when we have raised them in a love-centered/God-centered home. Oh, and one more thing: College students....be patient with us parents and realize that it's hard for us to let go too. Send us a text message and check in once in a while. Call home on the weekends. Because we miss you more than you know.
And finally, I'm writing this on Asdvadzadzin, the Feast of the Assumption of the Virgin Mary. I wanted to wish all of you Mary's out there...Mariams, Mar's, Marianas, (And all you Mary-name derivatives) and my sister Susan - who is a Surpouhi, a very blessed Name Day! Anoonovut Abreek!!
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If you'd like to hear the audio version of this blog, it's available for download on epostle.net, iTunes, Stitcher radio and blubrry.
PHOTOS of our TRIP to OREGON!!!
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| Day 1: Prairie Creek Campground in the CA Redwoods. Car camping in my car. Me, the Tree Hugger! |
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| Day 2: Loved the bridges, the Heceta Head Lighthouse and the Sasquatch Sculptures as we made our way to our campground at Cape Lookout |
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| Day 3: Sand Dollar collecting on the beach at Cape Lookout, Tillamook Cheese Factory, Seaside and Astoria Oregon. |
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| Day 4: Yaquina Head Lighthouse, Whale watching at Depoe Bay, Tidepools at Nye Beach in Newport and watching the Sunset with Jiffy Pop back at our campground |
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| Day 5: Finishing up the sketchook project, Driving down to our new campsite at Sunset Bay, driving through Northbend and crossing the 45th Parallel |
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| Day 6: Picking berries at our campsite for breakfast, packing it up and visiting Coos Bay, and Bandon by the Sea and some of the beautiful beaches at Ophir and Cape Sebastian...ending up in Crescent City |
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| Day 7: Driving down to San Francisco and making a stop at Coppola Winery to visit our vine (tagged in 2009) Spending time with our nephew Vartan |
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| Day 8: Time with family and our drive back home! 2015 miles!!! |
12 August 2013
My Armenian Orthodox Rosary (Audio)
ITP # 8: Ever wish the Armenian Orthodox church had prayed the rosary? Anush does. Tune in to learn about her
own Armenian Orthodox rosary (and even how to make one yourself!) It's all on this week's episode 8 of Inside
the Pomegranate!
Links: Blog: www.pomegranateandeye.com
I Confess with Faith
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I Confess with Faith
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My Armenian Orthodox Rosary
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| Here's my coral rosary with 24 beads and a cross |
Most days, I take the bus to work in the mornings, and often times, I see riders with their rosaries, fingering them during their morning commute. I like that. I like the discipline of praying the catholoc rosary, though I am not a catholic. But I have found myself wishing that our Armenian Orthodox faith had something like a rosary, because I find comfort in reciting prayer in a "formula" fashion. I find that it's a way for me to quiet my thoughts and to help me focus. And I suppose I like the ritual aspect of it as well. The fact that praying a rosary is a "set" prayer appeals to me.
Several years ago, during my lenten journey, I started focusing on the 24 prayers of St. Nerses Shnorhali. The Havodov Khosdovanemk or I confess with faith These 24 prayers are said in our church during our lenten Huskoom service. There is one prayer for each hour of the day, but during our evening service, we say them in succession. My grandmothers are my heroes. When the going has gotten tough for me, i often think about them and all they went through, and it gives me strength. Both of them were genocide survivors. And both were complete opposites of one another. But both were strong women of faith. My grandmothers knew these 24 prayers by heart. And I imagine that reciting these prayers gave them comfort in the darkest time in their lives. I decided, about 6 years ago, to memorize these prayers, but to memorize them in the language which I was most familiar with...English.
I had received a copy of these prayers from church and tucked them in my purse. Then on one busride, as I watched the woman across the aisle from me praying her rosary, I decided that I was going to learn my prayers as well. So I started with the first. "I confess with faith and adore you, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Uncreated and immortal essence, creator of angels, of humans and all that exists. Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a manifold sinner." That busride was when i decided to learn the first of the 24 prayers. I would read a sentence, close my eyes, think about the sentence, and try to repeat it in my head. I'd do something else and then come back to it, and try to remember what I had learned. I'd check myself against the paper in my hand. If I had the sentence right...I'd learn the second sentence...and then repeat it, but only after I had repeated the first sentence before it. Each bus ride I'd add another 2 or 3 sentences, always reinforcing what I had learned prior. Each week, I was learning about 2 prayers and finally, I had them all memorized. It took months, but it made my busride meaningful, and my prayer life was increasing. As I learned the prayers, I thought about them. Each one of them ended with "Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a manifold sinner." Okay, what was a manifold sinner? When I was in 12th grade, I took auto shop for a year and rebuilt the engine of my first car....but I that is a whole different Oprah...but in my head a manifold was an exhaust manifold. I didn't like that....so i searched other translations...and found one that substituted the word "great" Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a great sinner.
Then the word "creature" was kind of bugging me. I kept thinking of the creature from the black lagoon. But creature means "anything that is created". So I ended each prayer with, "have mercy upon all your creation and upon me a great sinner." And that was a better fit. It just made more sense to me.
So this became my busride prayer. I would start when I first borded the bus, and finish with the 24th prayer by the time we were on the freeway heading toward Eagle Rock, about ten miles away. And I started seeing how having a physical rosary to hold might help to keep track of which prayer I was on if I got distracted (which is easy to do on the bus). So made myself a rosary. I used a piece of leather cord, and adding a cross to the center, I added 12, equidistant knots in the leather on each side making a knot for each prayer. That's it. It's very simple and unpretentious. I also made one with some coral beads that I had...and I keep that one in my car. I use those sometimes when I'm driving.
These prayers have brought me a lot of comfort. They are in my mind when I walk around downtown L.A.; if I'm feeling troubled; if I'm stuck in traffic; when I'm having trouble falling asleep and I can't clear my mind, or when I'm feeling overwhelmed with too much to do.
Sometimes I will choose one to reflect on. Othertimes, it's a way for me push myself to thinking. I'll start with the last one first and go backward in order. Since each of the prayers are individual, each is a complete prayer by itself. Prayers 3-24 have a different name for Christ starting each prayer. Sometimes I"ll only pray the names: Heavenly Father, Son of God, Spirit of God, Uncreated Essence, Beholder of all, Searcher of Secrets, All provident Lord, Living fire, Jesus wisdom of the father, Lord, Heavenly King, Bestower of Mercy . Benificent Lord, and so on.
And I definitely have my favorites. I think most of us have recited the Bahaban Amenaynee or O Christ Guardian of all. And if you're active in Armenian Orthodcox church life, you know the O Jesus, Wisdom of the father, prayer because that's usually the prayer said before meetings when we ask God to grant us wisdom that we may think, speak, and do that who's is good in His sight. I think the most amazing of these prayers is the 22nd, which asks God to, "Forgive all my enemies, and those who hate me, the trespasses they have committed against me. Turn them from the malice they bear toward me that they may be worth of your mercy." Mind blowingly cool, right? Think about it. Not only am I asking forgiveness for my enemies and those that hate me, but I'm asking for forgiveness for them, why? So that they can know God's mercy. Ultimate forgiveness. Not forgiving for my sake, but so they can share in the beautiful gift of God's mercy. Repaying your enemy with something so beautiful and precious that you want to share with even someone who has done you wrong.
Another favorite of mine is this one "Beneficient Lord, commit me to a good angel that I may deliver up my spirit in peace and convey it undisturbed by the malice of evil spirtis under the heavens." I just think that's so beautiful....when the time comes to pass, that a good angel would deliver us up....protect us and make sure we make that safe transition. I think there's something in each one of these prayers that is so beautiful and unique.
So I know that these prayers are typically recited during lent, but I think once you know them,you'll make them a part of your everyday life. That lenten period, years ago when I decided to make learning these prayers part of my lenten journey was an invalable gift.
I will include these prayers on my website at www.pomegranateandeye.com I hope that you'll check it out and make them your own.
Do you have another prayer or series of prayers that speak personally to you? Will you share them with me? Or which one of the 24 is your favorite? dont br shy. Please leave your comments. I'd love to hear from you!
Several years ago, during my lenten journey, I started focusing on the 24 prayers of St. Nerses Shnorhali. The Havodov Khosdovanemk or I confess with faith These 24 prayers are said in our church during our lenten Huskoom service. There is one prayer for each hour of the day, but during our evening service, we say them in succession. My grandmothers are my heroes. When the going has gotten tough for me, i often think about them and all they went through, and it gives me strength. Both of them were genocide survivors. And both were complete opposites of one another. But both were strong women of faith. My grandmothers knew these 24 prayers by heart. And I imagine that reciting these prayers gave them comfort in the darkest time in their lives. I decided, about 6 years ago, to memorize these prayers, but to memorize them in the language which I was most familiar with...English.
I had received a copy of these prayers from church and tucked them in my purse. Then on one busride, as I watched the woman across the aisle from me praying her rosary, I decided that I was going to learn my prayers as well. So I started with the first. "I confess with faith and adore you, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Uncreated and immortal essence, creator of angels, of humans and all that exists. Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a manifold sinner." That busride was when i decided to learn the first of the 24 prayers. I would read a sentence, close my eyes, think about the sentence, and try to repeat it in my head. I'd do something else and then come back to it, and try to remember what I had learned. I'd check myself against the paper in my hand. If I had the sentence right...I'd learn the second sentence...and then repeat it, but only after I had repeated the first sentence before it. Each bus ride I'd add another 2 or 3 sentences, always reinforcing what I had learned prior. Each week, I was learning about 2 prayers and finally, I had them all memorized. It took months, but it made my busride meaningful, and my prayer life was increasing. As I learned the prayers, I thought about them. Each one of them ended with "Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a manifold sinner." Okay, what was a manifold sinner? When I was in 12th grade, I took auto shop for a year and rebuilt the engine of my first car....but I that is a whole different Oprah...but in my head a manifold was an exhaust manifold. I didn't like that....so i searched other translations...and found one that substituted the word "great" Have mercy upon all your creatures and upon me a great sinner.
Then the word "creature" was kind of bugging me. I kept thinking of the creature from the black lagoon. But creature means "anything that is created". So I ended each prayer with, "have mercy upon all your creation and upon me a great sinner." And that was a better fit. It just made more sense to me.
So this became my busride prayer. I would start when I first borded the bus, and finish with the 24th prayer by the time we were on the freeway heading toward Eagle Rock, about ten miles away. And I started seeing how having a physical rosary to hold might help to keep track of which prayer I was on if I got distracted (which is easy to do on the bus). So made myself a rosary. I used a piece of leather cord, and adding a cross to the center, I added 12, equidistant knots in the leather on each side making a knot for each prayer. That's it. It's very simple and unpretentious. I also made one with some coral beads that I had...and I keep that one in my car. I use those sometimes when I'm driving.
These prayers have brought me a lot of comfort. They are in my mind when I walk around downtown L.A.; if I'm feeling troubled; if I'm stuck in traffic; when I'm having trouble falling asleep and I can't clear my mind, or when I'm feeling overwhelmed with too much to do.
Sometimes I will choose one to reflect on. Othertimes, it's a way for me push myself to thinking. I'll start with the last one first and go backward in order. Since each of the prayers are individual, each is a complete prayer by itself. Prayers 3-24 have a different name for Christ starting each prayer. Sometimes I"ll only pray the names: Heavenly Father, Son of God, Spirit of God, Uncreated Essence, Beholder of all, Searcher of Secrets, All provident Lord, Living fire, Jesus wisdom of the father, Lord, Heavenly King, Bestower of Mercy . Benificent Lord, and so on.
And I definitely have my favorites. I think most of us have recited the Bahaban Amenaynee or O Christ Guardian of all. And if you're active in Armenian Orthodcox church life, you know the O Jesus, Wisdom of the father, prayer because that's usually the prayer said before meetings when we ask God to grant us wisdom that we may think, speak, and do that who's is good in His sight. I think the most amazing of these prayers is the 22nd, which asks God to, "Forgive all my enemies, and those who hate me, the trespasses they have committed against me. Turn them from the malice they bear toward me that they may be worth of your mercy." Mind blowingly cool, right? Think about it. Not only am I asking forgiveness for my enemies and those that hate me, but I'm asking for forgiveness for them, why? So that they can know God's mercy. Ultimate forgiveness. Not forgiving for my sake, but so they can share in the beautiful gift of God's mercy. Repaying your enemy with something so beautiful and precious that you want to share with even someone who has done you wrong.
Another favorite of mine is this one "Beneficient Lord, commit me to a good angel that I may deliver up my spirit in peace and convey it undisturbed by the malice of evil spirtis under the heavens." I just think that's so beautiful....when the time comes to pass, that a good angel would deliver us up....protect us and make sure we make that safe transition. I think there's something in each one of these prayers that is so beautiful and unique.
So I know that these prayers are typically recited during lent, but I think once you know them,you'll make them a part of your everyday life. That lenten period, years ago when I decided to make learning these prayers part of my lenten journey was an invalable gift.
I will include these prayers on my website at www.pomegranateandeye.com I hope that you'll check it out and make them your own.
Do you have another prayer or series of prayers that speak personally to you? Will you share them with me? Or which one of the 24 is your favorite? dont br shy. Please leave your comments. I'd love to hear from you!
Well guess what? I am officially on vacation. I will try to blog of our travels as we head up the Oregon coast! Prayers for good weather please!!! Hope you all have a beautiful and blessed week.
Here's the link to the 24 prayers of St. Nerses Shorhali - The I Confess with Faith:
http://www.armenianorthodoxy.org/I_confess_with_Faith.pdf
And we're still taking donations for Team In Her Shoes, this time to help one of our team mates, Nancy, get to her goal. Please visit her page at www.avonwalk.org/goto/NancyBurgos
All the money we collect goes to the same great cause and supports our team. Thank you so much for all your prayers and wonderful support!!
Please "like" us on Facebook. And better yet, come out and cheer us on, on Sunday, September 8 as we cross the finish line at mile 39.3!!! Click here for Event Info! Come see us!!! http://www.avonwalk.org/santa-barbara/event-information.html
Here's the link to the 24 prayers of St. Nerses Shorhali - The I Confess with Faith:
http://www.armenianorthodoxy.org/I_confess_with_Faith.pdf
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| Here I am last year..this was around Mile 37!!! I could hear the crowds cheering at the finish line! |
And we're still taking donations for Team In Her Shoes, this time to help one of our team mates, Nancy, get to her goal. Please visit her page at www.avonwalk.org/goto/NancyBurgos
All the money we collect goes to the same great cause and supports our team. Thank you so much for all your prayers and wonderful support!!
Please "like" us on Facebook. And better yet, come out and cheer us on, on Sunday, September 8 as we cross the finish line at mile 39.3!!! Click here for Event Info! Come see us!!! http://www.avonwalk.org/santa-barbara/event-information.html
05 August 2013
The Cancer Connection (Audio)
ITP Episode #7: Ever feel like you're in this exclusive club that no one wants to belong to? Welcome to the cancer club where Anush talks about physical and emotional connections made through this disease.
Links: www.pomegranateandeye.com
www.avonwalk.org/goto/inhershoes
www.thesketchbookproject.com
Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
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Links: www.pomegranateandeye.com
www.avonwalk.org/goto/inhershoes
www.thesketchbookproject.com
Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
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The Cancer Connection
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| One of the projects at the Sketchbook Project was to draw a postcard to leave behind and pick up one from another artist. Here's the one I left behind. |
So after this busy morning with the team, we met up with my son Nareg to go to an L.A. art event. Last year sometime, my daughter Ani and I participated in the Brooklyn Art Library's Sketchbook Project: a mobile tour of sketchbooks from around the world that would, after touring, find their way back to become part of the permanent collection of the Brooklyn Art Library. All participants signed up with a fee and received a small 5"x7" sketchbook which they could rebind if they chose to, and fill with whatever sketches, paintings, doodles, writings, collages - whatever they wanted to. You mail it in by a certain set date and the book gets digitized so it can be viewed on the computer, and then it goes on national tour. And today the tour ended in Los Angeles. And so we went to be part of the sketchbook project and see ours, and other artists' works on display.
When we got there, we signed up for a library card. The mobile library was like a lunch truck set up with a window that opened to serve us. We typed in our interest, or artist's name in the computer, and the librarian would brought us the requested sketchbook we chose PLUS a random artist's sketchbook. The mobile library had over 4.500 sketchbooks and over the course of the tour, I have received emails from all over the country whenever someone has viewed my book.
It was an incredibly enjoyable afternoon. Ani and I kept checking out sketchbooks, and surrounding ourselves with all the amazing creativity that's out there, while Neddy and Nareg were looking over our shoulders. One of the books that I came across was kind of a mixture of emotions. All about life and death, friendship and loss. Lots of color, and paint, collage and label maker lettering. And as I read this sketchbook/journal, I felt such a deep connection with the artist. Her name was Pamela. And she was from Corvalis, Oregon. She had been diagnosed with cancer - a non-curable form of cancer that was taking her life away, little by little, every day. She wrote about how much she always liked her hair, and how she was going to miss it as it was falling out due to the treatments she was receiving. She wrote about living life to the fullest. About how much she was going to miss her friends. And as I came to the finish of the small book, she was saying her final words as her life, and the book were coming to a close. I stood there and all I could do was exhale a "Wow." It left me numb. I was holding in my hands a part of this woman's life. The emotions were all there. It left me wondering if she was still alive (though inside I could feel she wasn't).
After returning the journal, I knew that my next sketchbook topic would be about my experience with this disease. There are a lot of subjects that I could share about, but this one runs deep. In fact, I had been asking Ani what I could blog about this week and she's the one that had the idea. Why not blog about your cancer connections. And so here we are today.
I sometimes liken having cancer, or having gone through cancer, as a membership in this exclusive club that no one wants to belong to. Yet when you do belong, you are in it for life. I am fortunate to call myself a three time cancer survivor. As positive as I am, and as blessed as I feel, I still have to go to my appointments. We're still looking for answers, and I still breathe a sign of relief when the doctor tells me things are fine and he'll see me next time.
When you have had cancer, other people seek you out. People that are going through it. Or family members who have relatives that are going through it. You share your story with them, much like I'm doing with you. Because you know what it's like to feel what they're feeling. You know what it's like to get the diagnosis of the "Big C" and you know the terror associated with the idea that your health is not in your own hands. You want to give comfort to others, and you want to give hope. If you're a survivor, like I am, I feel there is an added responsibility to share your journey with others. To encourage. To share your faith and love with them.
When I got diagnosed at age 34 with breast cancer, it was difficult for me to find support. Oh, they always tell you to seek support groups and such, but because most incidents of breast cancer are involving women that are a bit older, when you're younger, the support groups for your age aren't there. At least they weren't back then. I remember my doctor refering me to a support group at the hospital. I took my mother with me and when I got there, it was my mom that was greeted by the members. So I sought support through a cancer support group online. And that's when I met my friend Carolyn. She is a breast cancer survivor and a Hodgkins Lymphoma survivor, and we became friends. It was Carolyn that first got me into walking for the cause. We decided to sign up with Team In Training to walk the Alaska marathon, and we each trained separately - she in Kentucky and me here in L.A. Sadly, a family loss kept her from participating in the walk. And so I flew to Alaska myself and walked the Midnight Sun marathon there. And then a couple years later, Carolyn and I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge together when we participated in the San Francisco marathon. Two friends who would never have known one another if it weren't for cancer. To this day, Carolyn and I keep in touch through Facebook. After years at one career, she went to school to become an oncology nurse, where she makes cancer connections of hope and love possible for her patients.
A year or two later, on Christmas eve, about 16 years ago, I received an email. It was from a woman named Diane from Minnesota. She had read my cancer story on the internet. As a young mother, she wrote me a letter, out of the blue. "I just got diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm terrified. You and I are the same age. I have two children just like you do. Please tell me I'm going to survive this. Please tell me I'm going to see my children grow up." Diane and I became friends/penpals. I was three years past my first round of cancer. We would write to one another. I would offer encouragement. We shared a passion for drawing and gardening. And we wrote about our mothers whom we both had close relationships with.
Diane went through surgery and treatment and she made it through. We started corresponding through regular post, sending photos of ourselves with our children. Christmas cards. And then for a while I didn't hear from Diane. Several months had gone by and then I received news that her cancer had returned. I was numb. But she was doing so well. Three years had gone by since her first diagnosis. Again we started writing, but this time she was seeing another doctor. She wanted to go the holistic route and was traveling far to get to her treatments. But she assured me she was doing well. Life was busy for the both of us - but when out of the blue her husband called me one day, I knew something was up. "I just wanted to call you, " he said. "Diane passed away." And he started crying. He shared that the cancer was aggressive. She didn't want to go through chemo. She opted to live as much of her life as she could with her family knowing her as they knew her. She didn't want to be poisoned by the chemo and have her children see her that way. And so the cancer claimed her life. Diane was my first friend lost to cancer. For years I kept in touch with her mother, who would write me about how much she missed her daughter. We shared that connection. Her mom would write me about Diane's children and how they were growing, tell me about the flowers that always reminded me of her dear daughter. Eventually, the her letters became less frequent, and then became annual Christmas cards.
There have been many others that I've shared the connection with. My husband's boss who wrote me one day to ask for advice and prayers. Calls from friends of friends that just want to connect...to talk to someone that knows what they're going through. Men and women. A friend recently reached out to me. As her husband was getting ready to undergo chemo, she found herself filled with mixed emotions. Fear, anger, frustration, and guilt. Things were supposed to be getting better, she said. Life has been tough, and now this. Sometimes you can help by consoling and offering whatever worked for you. Other times, all you can do is listen and reassure that the feels are real and justified. And offer prayer.
I don't know why some people get cancer and others don't. Stress? Diet? Genetics? Who knows. What I know that I DON'T believe is that God gives cancer to people. But I do believe that faith can take cancer away. I also believe that there are no coincidences in life...and that all things happen for a reason. Sometimes the reason is very clear. And other times, we don't understand the reason until years later. When I got diagnosed with a second type of cancer, I urged my siblings to get checked. It was only because of that, that my brother's cancer was diagnosed early enough to save him. Had I not undergone cancer when I did that year, his cancer would have gone undetected. Like I said, I don't believe in coincidence. We are right where we are supposed to be. We have always been close....but now we share the cancer connection as well.
Two years ago, I recieved a call from my cousin. My childhood friend had just gotten diagnosed with breast cancer. Through the years, she and I had lost touch basically seeing each other a couple times a year. But we now had cancer in common. Ani and I were getting ready to walk in the Avon walk and that year, we added her name to our list of names we were carrying with us on our trek. Because of cancer, we rekindled our friendship. I'd like to think I helped her get through her battle in 2010 (at least a little), and come 2011, she helped me get through mine. Last year, she and I held hands together as we crossed the finish line after walking 39.3 miles in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. And this year, we'll be walking together again! Friends together. Survivors together. Sharing more than just cancer. Sharing happy, healthy times together walking for a cure!
As this year's walk is quickly approaching, I'm getting myself ready to once again go the distance for a cure. This year there are 14 on our team, but only six of us walking. Three of the six of us walkers are cancer survivors. Two of us women; one a man. Each of us sharing that strong connection as we walk with the hope that one day we'll be able to look back on cancer -- and all that we've experienced because of it -- as a thing of the past. Til then, we'll keep walking, we'll keep dreaming, praying, hoping, and sharing the connection with those around us.
If cancer has touched your life, or the life of a friend or family member, please send me their name and I will carry them with me, every step of our 39.3 mile trek. You can email them to me at anush@pomegranateandeye.com or facebook message me. And if you'd like to support our team, you can click on our Team In Her Shoes website address at www.avonwalk.org/goto/inhershoes
Diane went through surgery and treatment and she made it through. We started corresponding through regular post, sending photos of ourselves with our children. Christmas cards. And then for a while I didn't hear from Diane. Several months had gone by and then I received news that her cancer had returned. I was numb. But she was doing so well. Three years had gone by since her first diagnosis. Again we started writing, but this time she was seeing another doctor. She wanted to go the holistic route and was traveling far to get to her treatments. But she assured me she was doing well. Life was busy for the both of us - but when out of the blue her husband called me one day, I knew something was up. "I just wanted to call you, " he said. "Diane passed away." And he started crying. He shared that the cancer was aggressive. She didn't want to go through chemo. She opted to live as much of her life as she could with her family knowing her as they knew her. She didn't want to be poisoned by the chemo and have her children see her that way. And so the cancer claimed her life. Diane was my first friend lost to cancer. For years I kept in touch with her mother, who would write me about how much she missed her daughter. We shared that connection. Her mom would write me about Diane's children and how they were growing, tell me about the flowers that always reminded me of her dear daughter. Eventually, the her letters became less frequent, and then became annual Christmas cards.
There have been many others that I've shared the connection with. My husband's boss who wrote me one day to ask for advice and prayers. Calls from friends of friends that just want to connect...to talk to someone that knows what they're going through. Men and women. A friend recently reached out to me. As her husband was getting ready to undergo chemo, she found herself filled with mixed emotions. Fear, anger, frustration, and guilt. Things were supposed to be getting better, she said. Life has been tough, and now this. Sometimes you can help by consoling and offering whatever worked for you. Other times, all you can do is listen and reassure that the feels are real and justified. And offer prayer.
I don't know why some people get cancer and others don't. Stress? Diet? Genetics? Who knows. What I know that I DON'T believe is that God gives cancer to people. But I do believe that faith can take cancer away. I also believe that there are no coincidences in life...and that all things happen for a reason. Sometimes the reason is very clear. And other times, we don't understand the reason until years later. When I got diagnosed with a second type of cancer, I urged my siblings to get checked. It was only because of that, that my brother's cancer was diagnosed early enough to save him. Had I not undergone cancer when I did that year, his cancer would have gone undetected. Like I said, I don't believe in coincidence. We are right where we are supposed to be. We have always been close....but now we share the cancer connection as well.
Two years ago, I recieved a call from my cousin. My childhood friend had just gotten diagnosed with breast cancer. Through the years, she and I had lost touch basically seeing each other a couple times a year. But we now had cancer in common. Ani and I were getting ready to walk in the Avon walk and that year, we added her name to our list of names we were carrying with us on our trek. Because of cancer, we rekindled our friendship. I'd like to think I helped her get through her battle in 2010 (at least a little), and come 2011, she helped me get through mine. Last year, she and I held hands together as we crossed the finish line after walking 39.3 miles in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. And this year, we'll be walking together again! Friends together. Survivors together. Sharing more than just cancer. Sharing happy, healthy times together walking for a cure!
As this year's walk is quickly approaching, I'm getting myself ready to once again go the distance for a cure. This year there are 14 on our team, but only six of us walking. Three of the six of us walkers are cancer survivors. Two of us women; one a man. Each of us sharing that strong connection as we walk with the hope that one day we'll be able to look back on cancer -- and all that we've experienced because of it -- as a thing of the past. Til then, we'll keep walking, we'll keep dreaming, praying, hoping, and sharing the connection with those around us.
If cancer has touched your life, or the life of a friend or family member, please send me their name and I will carry them with me, every step of our 39.3 mile trek. You can email them to me at anush@pomegranateandeye.com or facebook message me. And if you'd like to support our team, you can click on our Team In Her Shoes website address at www.avonwalk.org/goto/inhershoes
29 July 2013
It's Not Just for Teens... (Audio)
Our children are our greatest treasure, and they grow up with the examples that we, as parents, set for them. In Episode #6, Anush tackles a 50 year old post geared toward Teens, and turns it around to allow us to see how we can facilitate our children to rising up to their full potential. It's all Inside the Pomegranate.
Links: Pomegranate & Eye handmade jewelry by Anush
Avon Walk Team In Her Shoes Page
Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
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Links: Pomegranate & Eye handmade jewelry by Anush
Avon Walk Team In Her Shoes Page
Produced by Suzie Shatarevyan for epostle.net
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