After watching the news this morning, I thought how wonderful it is to have today. It is so beautiful outside, and the miracle of now is here. Some of the news was tragic, and it made me think about the glory of these 18 waking hours or so that are meant to be lived well no matter what the parameters of life might be. Which reminded me that a day can surprise you. Since the houses are far apart out here in the country, sometimes we can only hear the neighbors faintly. But for several years through the pine grove, we heard a screaming kid yelling as if no one could hear him past his fence line. You could tell that he just enjoyed the living daylights out of screaming like he was hurt. But when I drove by I could never see him. He probably felt like he was the only one in the world walking the pasture, playing, and doing chores. Finally, even though he was a little younger he became a family friend. At first, he transferred his wild antics to the yard, but time calmed him down. Someone was actually paying attention to this kid now. The dramatic voices he can produce are amazing, and he brought something special from across the way since last summer…laughter. He makes me laugh. “Kid do you like chocolate chip cookies?” I said planning to keep the comedian here as long as possible. “No ma’am, I don’t like chocolate that much,” he said. Rats, I had to move to plan B. As it turned out he loved iced tea, and for some reason he thinks my tea is the best in the world so out came the pot and tea pitcher. Keep the tea in the pantry; we found laughter out here in the wilderness. So, he and my son are good friends now. A lot of tea has been made, and last night was no exception. I heard a complaint about being tired of Dr. Pepper. Hint…tea it is then! What animation, this kid should be an actor! He was so happy! So happy that he forgot himself. ”I hope you don’t die. I sure like that tea,” said the less wild creature that we now call a friend. He realized his mistake, and mumbled something. I laughed until…well I am still laughing. Instead of a paper route, he has an egg route. A four-wheeler, some chickens, willingness to work, and the kid has a tiny thriving business. They have another friend in the mix now. Last night, they four-wheeled themselves down the back dusty roads to the local hamburger joint by the highway. It seems like everything here is nestled up against the forest of pines. I watched them drive off, and I thought how they would look back, and remember these simple days as great days. And every day is precious no matter what stage of life. I’ll keep the tea pitcher full. Laughter and friends are always good to have around. Who wants to live without them? Don’t worry kid. I plan on being around awhile.
treasures like kids: muddy or not,
campfire with music: bad or good,
sunrise and sunset: imbedded colors,
sunshine on water: skipping
747 breaking the blue,
dawn after rain,
a storm that died down,
passion for learning,
a world of one with music,
a gift from a mistake,
a maze completed,
dreaming and doing,
suddenly some joy,
needing nothing but life’s basics,
a rare book falling apart,
faith when there is silence,
handmade quilt stitched w/ love,
taking a walk with a couple of dogs,
who are more comical than fierce,
laughing until you cry at,
an old movie, a stupid movie,
such as the abominable snowman,
buttered popcorn, and salt,
dancing in the kitchen,
when no one is looking,
windows glowing at night,
coloring with kids when it is rainy,
staring at a body of water,
until all the beauty soaks in,
watching in amazement always,
at a star filled night,
leaning on someone who is trustworthy,
the only light: flames from a fireplace,
lively shadows and scary stories,
cookies, and sharing those,
comfy spot to sit with a thriller book,
not worrying about time,
because friends make it stand still.
Sunday: 2-19 : Rain….. moving abstracts on puddles, shimmering noise of falling drops, knowing that Spring is already getting ready to take Winter’s place…welcome.
Monday: 2-20 : On a walk I noticed the tiniest lavender flowers staring up at me. “Whatcha doin?” What I am doing is walking because I love chocolate. Don’t worry flowers don’t talk to me often. Spring’s fingers are spreading out pushing Winter away.
Tuesday: 2-21 : I did see about 100 rain drops or so hanging from the pine needles near the gate. All I could think of were diamonds in the pines. It made me remember what I learned in childhood, “Until the daybreak and the shadows flee away….,” Song of Solomon. Ill, not functional, and fumbling I accidentally mark someone as spam, but I’m not sure as due to blurry contacts. What a mess!
Wednesday: 2-22 Watched the sunlight streaming across the road in fuzzy bars of light. Lovely! Feeling better. Gaining a friend wakes up the soul sections one never knew existed; losing a friend brings silence to the sections that refuse to sleep.
Thursday: 2-23: It is so windy outside. This reminds me of going home….where I belong….and a song. Later in the morning, during a walk the birds were chattering away in the trees. It seems that I am surrounded by a choir. They are moving to the sunshine just as I am. I hear the neighbor’s hens some distance away cackling. Cackling sounds funny in chorus with all of the light musical chirping, and this reminded me of a country choir with a white-haired lady. Ms. H. in fact. She was stocky, cheerful and every Sunday morning she wore her shiny faux pearls as she sat on the front choir row. Loudly, she sang with joy, and her harmony could scare the skin off of a rhino. Such a spirited soul that felt the music, but her vocal chords could not follow her heart! Everyone treated her like a Queen…..anyway! Love looks the other way! Kindness a choice.
Now human nature is natural whether it is a corporate boardroom, or a country church in the middle of Boondockville. People get sad, mad, and petty no matter where they congregate. But in this situation there was kindness…love. I don’t think she ever knew that she couldn’t sing. Getting a greeting and a handshake from Ms. H. was never boring. Her going away present to me was a faux pearl necklace in a used box. It is still cherished as I have every friend that I have made. As far as I am concerned, my pearls are the real thing as they were given by such a genuine beauty, voice and all…Ms. H!
Friday: 2-24: Windy, chilly, and took a walk anyway! I have been thinking lately of one gentleman who worked at a popular store chain. His job tedious due to boredom. His world small with conversations of where to find an item, and how are you today? But inside his mind were questions that he wanted answered so he began to study. Working away at his job, while the questions were beginning to be answered, he ended up with a degree in political science, a Masters, and a PhD. But in that process of achieving, the answers about life had a chance at a new perspective. Now, he is a respected professor, the students fight to get a seat in his class, and he is a teacher that cares….rare isn’t it? Handsome, I am sure that he had been called that many times, and riding bulls in the rodeo was just fun for this athletic man. I had to ask myself what kind of power, drive, intellect, heart and soul does it take to achieve one’s goals when your body was taken away at twenty-one? Life changed his world, but he sculpted what he wanted his world to be with the options that were open. He jokes around with his students about his wheelchair, and they work to gain his respect. He made a path. Terri O.A.
Only the teacup image is mine. Thanks for reading!