My grandfathers blessings

My Grandfather's Blessings is about how we can recognize and receive our blessings and bless the life in others.

30 quotes from My Grandfather's Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging: 'Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know.

In My Grandfather's Blessings, Rachel Naomi Remen, a cancer physician and master storyteller, uses her luminous stories to remind us of the power of our.

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My Grandfather's Blessings : Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging

February 21, 2008

This is another one of those books I would classify as "Pop Religion", and, being a devout religionist myself, perhaps had a reaction to it similar to that of a real scientist to any number of the "Pop Science" books that top the charts. As far as the book is concerned, the same non-points and not-so pithy platitudes were repeated over and over again using only slightly varying personal experiences from her years as a therapist as justification for her generalizations. The principles on which I assume the book was supposed to be founded--"service", "wholeness", "healing", "blessing"--started and ended wholly devoid of meaning. Having been so commercialized in our consumer-oriented American society, "service" means very, very little. Ms. Remen didn't take opportunity to explain what exactly she meant by this little buzzword, but proceeded to use it over and over and over. Her definition of "healing" is apparently interchangable with "acceptance", as when the surgeon who treated a woman who had committed suicide learned from the woman's husband that "she was in Heaven now", and was thus able to find "healing" when the surgeon's own wife committed suicide four years later. Is that heali

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My Grandfather's Blessings Quotes

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― Rachel Noemi Remen, Doubtful Grandfather's Blessings : Stories of Force, Refuge, turf Belonging

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― Wife Naomi Remen, My Grandpa

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Excerpt from My Grandfather's Blessings by Rachel Naomi Remen M.D., plus links to reviews, author biography & more

From The Introduction

Often, when he came to visit, my grandfather would bring me a present. These were never the sorts of things that other people brought, dolls and books and stuffed animals. My dolls and stuffed animals have been gone for more than half a century, but many of my grandfather's gifts are with me still.

Once he brought me a little paper cup. I looked inside it expecting something special. It was full of dirt. I was not allowed to play with dirt. Disappointed, I told him this. He smiled at me fondly. Turning, he picked up the little teapot from my dolls' tea set and took me to the kitchen where he filled it with water. Back in the nursery, he put the little cup on the windowsill and handed me the teapot. "If you promise to put some water in the cup every day, something may happen," he told me.

At the time, I was four years old and my nursery was on the sixth floor of an apartment building in Manhattan. This whole thing made no sense to me at all. I looked at him dubiously. He nodded with encouragement. "Every day, Neshume-le," he told me. And so I promised. At first, curious to see what would happen, I did not mind doing this. But as the