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90 Ruth Codier Resch Without Utterance:<br />
Washington, D.C, he studying law, and she, physics and chemistry in night<br />
school. They married in <strong>the</strong> late ’20s, Jew and Christian, radical for <strong>the</strong> time.<br />
Their families didn’t quite shun <strong>the</strong>m, but certainly didn’t approve, not<br />
giving <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> support that such a partnership would need <strong>the</strong>n. After <strong>the</strong>y<br />
parted in <strong>the</strong> early ’40s, my mo<strong>the</strong>r journeyed through all possible Christian<br />
religious forms. I listened and saw, with curiosity. One <strong>of</strong> my fa<strong>the</strong>r’s sisters, a<br />
humanist, Zionist, Conservative Jew, took me under <strong>her</strong> wing, shared elegant<br />
Jewish family Friday night ceremony with me when I visited my fa<strong>the</strong>r, gave<br />
me a sense <strong>of</strong> belonging to <strong>the</strong>m, mentored my searching through letters.<br />
T<strong>her</strong>e was no way I could choose one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se traditions over <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
In my bones I was both, nei<strong>the</strong>r, and all. Rebelling as an early teen, I stood up<br />
in front <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Methodist youth fellowship to complain about <strong>the</strong> lack in <strong>the</strong><br />
church <strong>of</strong> real tolerance and respect for o<strong>the</strong>r religions. “I cannot think this<br />
way any more,” I said, and walked straight from <strong>the</strong> room in a huff.<br />
Much as my mo<strong>the</strong>r had done before, I went on a journey to find a<br />
better spiritual place for myself. I found <strong>the</strong> Unitarians, broad minded and<br />
intellectual. Agnostic, uncertain, most <strong>of</strong> my life, I waited for something else,<br />
much larger, more inclusive.<br />
I’m still an East Coast agnostic despite <strong>the</strong> experiences I’ve had <strong>her</strong>e in<br />
<strong>the</strong> Pacific Northwest. I can’t fathom <strong>the</strong> story about ano<strong>the</strong>r life a thousand<br />
years ago that could affect my daughter’s health now. It is beyond me, outside<br />
anything I understand. I’m a mo<strong>the</strong>r hen covering <strong>the</strong> chick with <strong>her</strong> wings<br />
in protection. “Nobody is going to mess with my daughter in this life or any<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r!” I think to myself.<br />
She is thirty-something; she will make up <strong>her</strong> own mind. If she sets<br />
<strong>her</strong>self to do <strong>the</strong> ceremony <strong>the</strong> shaman recommends, I will be <strong>the</strong>re for <strong>her</strong>.<br />
My life, rocked by <strong>the</strong> stroke, has already loosened its te<strong>the</strong>rs to <strong>the</strong> ordinary.<br />
I already walk in strange landscapes.<br />
I speak to my daughter first, and <strong>the</strong>n ask <strong>the</strong> shaman on <strong>the</strong> telephone,<br />
“Can I help?”<br />
“A parent has never asked me this before,” she replies in surprise. She<br />
is silent for a long moment, <strong>the</strong>n says, “You can’t come into Lakota ceremony