One thing I know about myself is that I can express my thoughts better when I have an interlocutor. It’s helpful if that person has an openness and curiosity about what I am trying to express. I’ve had one or two of those in my life. Mostly people, even if they are sympathetic, are more motivated by their own thoughts and feelings and dialogue from that perspective.
Lately I find myself reflecting on my life ,life issues, etc. as I read Judaism Is About Love by Rabbi Shai Held. Specifically, I’ve been reading chapter eight which focuses on loving the stranger. At first it held meaning because the biblical word for stranger is ger. When my brother Jerry moved to Israel, a shopkeeper dubbed him Ger. I thought that it was profoundly appropriate for Ger as a convert and stranger in Israel; as one who has always been different, especially as we moved many times in my youth. Always strangers.
Thinking about Ger, though, led me to think about myself and the puzzle that I’ve been trying to assemble all my life. I realize that the lack of roots, community, left us with a real deficit of relational input that could be trusted. For me, the one constant was Catholic school; no matter what town, what parish, what order of sisters taught there, there was a consistency and spirit of love. I did not have, for the most part, the kind of problems with the nuns that many people talk about. Often I received more kindness from my sisterly teachers than I did at home. I have always been very grateful for that.
Home life, as you may have surmised, was somewhat fraught. Neither of my parents were healthy in a their psychology and they protected their assumed egoic identities in unhealthy ways. This environment was the setting in which I developed my own unhealthy psychology. There are other things but the worst was veneer of a false pride, a spiritual pride that has been the bane of my existence but which, for a time, allowed me to function in community. And although I was intelligent I did poorly in school after about the fourth grade. All my higher education was a gift from God. The healthy part of my psychology was the part that God gave me in second grade that put me on the path of informing my conscience. I have never stopped trying to inform my conscience and have never stopped putting what I have learned into practice – as best I can. There’s much more but the interlocking ripples of that disturbance are infinite. Guess I needed to get that off my chest.
PEACE and LOVEYA, Ron






