Weeping and Rejoicing
by Elita Sohmer Clayman
Weeping may remain in the night, but
rejoicing comes in the morning. What a lovely phrase, line,
saying or whatever you want to name it. I heard this on my
soap opera the other day and say what you may about soap
operas, they come up with some excellent expressions among
the sexual and provocative story lines. This is from the
Book of Psalms.
How can we as mortals explain this
saying? I think it this way. Many times we have sadness and
it seems to escalate in the evening hours. Sometimes in the
early morning when we awaken and are refreshed from our
sleep, we take time out to rejoice in our blessings.
Many people on their answering
machines will end their message to the caller with have a
blessed day. That is particularly relevant in this rush rush
society we live in. Times now are tough for many people
without jobs or losing their homes etc. So we who are
blessed with having these things can look upon ourselves as
being particularly favored and fortunate in our good
I myself some days wake up and think
"this will be a special day." For no reason I can think that
and I sit down at my office desk in my home where I write
these articles for magazines and online websites and blogs
and write a list of my blessed things that we all take for
granted. I also write down what pleasant things I wish to
happen today. Pleasant can only be maybe receiving a package
I have waited for and it can mean going to get my hair done.
It can mean writing a new and inspiring article for my dance
or Weight Watchers site or blog. It can mean getting a good
report about a test I may have taken for medical reasons. It
can mean thinking about going back to my ballroom dancing
and maybe competing next year with my professional coach.
It could mean going to see my
grandchildren in Northern Virginia or taking my two older
grandsons, age fourteen and seventeen to dinner, my husband
and me and enjoying their teenage talk and happy times.
So lists can be important in making
the day happy and anticipating a good many hours. My friend
Francine known to all of us from teen days as Frannie says
that a good day for her is a day without her arthritic pains
in her many joints. On pain free days, this is her blessing.
My friend Nina says a good day is just being off from work.
My dear friend John Scott says a good day for him besides
being off is playing around in his garden of flowers at his
home back yard. He says it gives him peace and quiet because
the neighbors are all at work and since he works weekends
this is his solitude and happiness watching his flowers
prosper. He gave my husband and me each for our birthdays a
plant and we planted them in our patch of dirt alongside of
the walkway into the front of the house. We call it our John
Garden Path and as they blossom and develop this becomes a
living birthday gift for years to come. It is better than a
bunch of flowers from the florist or grocery store that
passes on after a few days and is thrown in the garbage can.
These planted plants are living reminders of our gifts from
a friend or relative and even in the cold and wintery days
to come upon us in a few months, the green of the plant
shows us that spring will come and it will blossom anew.
So if there is weeping in the night,
then certainly we shall rejoice in the a.m. hours when we
count our blessings, anticipate our good happenings for that
day and even look at our planted plant for our birthday
gift. Good friends and delightful family members are what we
have to rejoice about and if we can feel the happiness and
celebrate and revel in these moments then we are surely
having a blessed day. That day will be remembered when maybe
something goes wrong on another day.
Even having a wonderful and caring
medical person in your life helping you cope with illness or
checkups can be called an example of blessed moments. My
husband and I are blessed with one and his name is Dennis H.
Myers, here in Baltimore, Maryland where we reside. He is a
physician assistant and he knows so much more than many
medical doctors. He takes care of us in the office and many
times on the phone or email and helps us in many ways as we
are now senior citizens. He is kind, caring, compassionate
and most of all a dear friend. He became one to us four
years ago when we switched doctors and we both feel blessed
in being in his practice and in his presence. Our lives are
really enhanced with having him take care of us. We feel
that not only are we in good ‘hands’ we have excellent
emotional support from his deep feelings for his patients.
That is also a blessing to be content with and to rejoice
not only in the mornings but in the evenings too.
Little almost four year old Ethan told
Grammie ( me) that the shoe was lost when he saw a ceramic
shoe sitting on my foyer table when he was here from
Virginia in January 2009. The shoe was an ornament but to
Ethan it was a ‘lost’ shoe and he probably wondered where
the other one was. So in his young and brilliant mind, he
sought to designate it as lost. In reality it was the
shining example of a not lost shoe, it was there for
decoration and had found a home of its own.
To Ethan he knew that lost was not a
good thing, he was trying to sort out that the lost shoe
maybe was found.
Found we are when we can interpret our
happiness with even simple and plain things like ornaments,
plants and lists. We have found our self when we contemplate
being peaceful and happy with what we have and hoping maybe
when we can afford it to have some more peaceful items. Even
painting a wall a different color in for instance the living
room or dining room or adding a framed family picture or a
bought picture from the store can bring us peace.
Dear friends of mine via the email and
reading my dance columns in dance magazines made for me two
glass paintings. They painted on thick glass with acrylic
type paint pictures of dancers dancing the waltz and the
samba in 2004 and shipped them to me along with special
hooks to hang them. They appear in a place of honor on my
living room wall and every week when I dust them off during
cleaning time, I rejoice in their friendship via the email
though we have never met in person.
So peace and tranquility and rejoicing
can be had in many ways. Alexia and Antonio Cardenas from
California did this for me and when it arrived in a special
delivery from a delivery service I felt quite blessed. They
appreciated my inspiring dance articles and rewarded me with
these special and unusual dance glass paintings. I get
extreme joy when I look at them as I walk by ten times a day
in the house.
I have gone to Weight Watchers and I
have lost over sixty-two pounds adhering to their beliefs,
ideas and have been very successful in this feat for over
six months now. I give honor to the leader of my particular
class Donna Weitz for inspiring me and leading me down this
new path of slimness and good health. Her leadership
qualities place her too in my list of happiness. I rejoice
in knowing her and to be the recipient of her wise and
encouraging Weight Watchers lectures each Monday night.
So the plant in John’s Garden Path to
the Cardenas wall in my house, to little Ethan and the
ceramic shoe and to all blessed days having Dennis and Donna
in our lives, I rejoice and I am happy in the morning and
all day and night too. This is my moment of beauty in a
tiring day and this is my peace for my soul and heart. The
evenings and the mornings are delightful things and this is
what life is all about. My lists include John, Alexia and
Antonio, little Ethan, sister Ava and his mom and dad, and
of course Dennis and Donna.
These are our good memories and the
book of Psalms says it right.
Weeping may remain in the night, but
rejoicing surely comes in the morning and may I so boldly
add it comes in all day long too.
Elita Sohmer Clayman
Keep on Dancing
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