Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm feeling a bit like I'm reeling from blows of one sort or another. You know how things come in threes? Well this is way more than three. I'm trying to settle in my equanimity, but there have been little health scares, big ones, the memorial service to get through and then thank all the participants, our credit card needing to be replaced (long story), health scares of friends, struggles of grown kids, worry over grandkids, and then the rain/flood conumdrum. I want to escape, then the phone rings, and my heart begins pounding. This time of life, I know, is when health of self and friends is relentlessly troublesome, and also the kids begin worrying and trying to micromanage our lives. It hurts our feelings, and yet, they mean well. I didn't go through this with my parents, because they died at 61 and 65, but even the little I had to take over in my father's case, offended him, like power of attorney and how I wouldn't take the furniture in their house before he was even dead. I teased him that we'd have no where to sit if I did, but he wanted to know that his possessions had value. He was letting go and not letting go. Maybe that's what I'm doing as well. Trying to take care of myself mentally has been hard lately, with all the crises and the splintering of my attention. I want to rescue and every single problem cannot be fixed by me. Prayer, that's about all I've got. Frustrating.