They Make Tears Run Down My Face Like Rivers. The Wind as I walk Charlie Whisks them Away. The Stain Still Smeared on my Cheeks. Sometimes, they just Show up Unannounced. Demanding Entry. Smashing Down my Bolted Heart’s Door.
Shame. Regret. Grief. Longing. Fear. Pain.
Gosh What a Family.
They Rip the Living Room Carpet Up Every Time. Exposing the Elephants in the Room. There’s a lot of Elephant Excrement too under that Dang Rug.
They Demand my Attention. That they be Acknowledged. Their Needs Attended to. Which Always Includes that Dumb Elephant.
When they Show their Ugly Heads Around, I know my Dream Day is Gone. That I will now be Engrossed in this Flipping Family Fraught with Failures. Feelings. I will Cry Inconsolably. I will Wish. I will Repeat “I’m So Sorry” to No One and Everyone Inparticular.
But You Know What, Each Time They Come, They Lay Claim to an Elephant. They Drag its Lumbering Behind Out the Door with them. Like they’re taking Some Treasure. If They Only Knew.
I Feel Lighter. The Living Room Rug is One Less Elephant Lumpy. And A lot Less Smelly. I Got More Heart Leg Room. Room to Stretch. Room for Good Guests.
Sometimes we have an Urge to Utilize Force. We see Waiting and Patience as the Enemy to Fruition. Not understanding the Actual Word.
Fruit starts as a Tiny Little Bud. Then Passersby enjoy the Beauty of the Bud, then the Fragrance of the Flower. We Find Hope in the Unripened Fruit, and Love the Memories of the Taste of It. We enjoy the Wonderful Butterflies of Anticipation. We Dream of the Possibilities of the Fruit. It Gives Hope for the Future. Of Sustenance. Of Enjoyment.
Everything in Life is a Process. Whether it Be Personal Growth. Our Careers. Our Relationships. Every Stage is Beautiful. Culminating in Gorgeous Fruit if all Stages are Embraced. With Patience.
We are a Society of Rushers. Instant Gratification. We are those who Cut Down Trees of Possibility because of our Own Impatience.
Let’s Enjoy the Processes of Life. In Ourselves and In Others.
Our Dreams will Come to Fruition. Let’s Create an Environment Conducive to Growth.
Yesterday on my walk, I passed a Little Tree. It Stands Up to My Chin. Indescript. Almost Fragile. It could be said Almost Sickly. But Yesterday, I Almost Cried. I stood there Silently Staring at Little Twiggy Tree.
On it were Big Fat Apples. Beautiful Soft Green Orbs of Gorgeousness. More Apples Than Branches. Dear Little Thing.
Small But Mighty.
It Fed My Heart looking at That Little Thing. I Learned a Giant Lesson. Gods Quiet Voice Said…” Fruit is Never For the Tree. But For Others.”
That Sweet Little Flimsy Tree spent Its Energy Nurturing Sweet Fruit for the Nurturing of Any who Desired. It wasn’t Building Its Branches. Making Its Leaves Glorious and Full.
There it Was. Silently Offering to This Hungry World its Essence. Filling its Precious Purpose. So Quietly Offering its Precious Fruit.
Speechless by this Silent Lesson I Walked On.
Even this Morning as I turned my Fireplace On for the First Time in the Chill of the Oncoming Autumn. I thought of Autumn Joys. Fires. Lamplight. Trees Shining Golden. Apple Pie.
Mine Began with My Mother. My Matriarch of Many Musterings. Mostly My Courage.
There were my Dear Sisters. We Rarely Fought and Fiercely Loved Each Other.
There was Sandi. My Beautiful Brunette Childhood Bestie. Her Tinkly Laugh and Freckles Bestrewn on her Darling Face. We never had a Fight.
There was Miss Brown, my Grade 7 teacher. She Loved me and Believed in Me. I Flourished in her class. I Learned I Loved Public Speaking. Speech Writing. Essays.
There was my Guidance Counsellor in High School. She loved me enough to Phone Home Personally if I Skipped Class. Deep Down I was Grateful.
There was also the Woman of Grace I lived with the First Year of Adulthood. Three Thousand Miles from Home. A Desperate Lonely Girl Found Solace Under Her Gentle Wings. I owe her My Life.
There was Rita. My First Female Coworker at My First Real Job out of College. She RODE my *ss. I had one case of stress induced hives after the other that first three months. I thank her. She taught me things. I knew she Loved Me enough to Make Me Reach For My Best Work.
That’s My Life to Twenty. It would take Too Long to Expound on More. Or to even state all the women who made a difference in my formative years. That’ll Be Another Blog Someday.
Thank You to All My Helpers and Missy Helper Helpertons. I love you all
The Greatest Gift I can give myself in our Lovely City of Calgary is to take a little wander down to Hinchcliff & Lee. To visit John and his Shop Dog. Cash. After a lovely meander through the Farmer’s Market with Helen yesterday, we met Beautiful Julianna at The Eden for a Delightful Lunch (a blog on that later under restaurants I love). A few doors down is my Favourite City Treat.
It’s the most amazing Trip through Asia at Hinchcliff & Lee. A Second Generation Establishment. John’s Mama’s Dream Child come to Fruition. Always greeted by the most gorgeous caramel floaty haired dog, he’s Shop Dog Number Two. When I first discovered This Gem, Doggie Jack was meeting me at the door. Now Cash has taken up the torch, a Little Wilder and Floating His Freak Flag more than Jack. Cash buries his nose in my purse looking for “Cookies”. He pulls out my passport and has a solid hold. I’ll Treasure the Teeth Marks.
John is a Gorgeous Soul. I can’t even Explain It. So Earnest. So Engaged. As Full of Character as his beautiful Asian Antiques. I love the way he crosses his arms and gets that faraway look in his eyes and you know a Great Story is going to be Told. An Asian Tattoo (I’ve yet to ask the meaning) scrawled up his forearm. He pushes up his dark rimmed glasses with his middle finger, and tears fill his eyes. His Papa has Passed. We stand sharing his sorrow, tears rimming our eyes as he Gathers his Emotions. He’s one of those People who make you Glad to Be Alive. Enjoying this Journey of Life. He’s Got Passion. Heart.
We wander through the Pergolas. Paintings. The Heavy Wood Tables and Armoires in the Asian Reds and the Gorgeous Blue and White Porcelain. Downstairs is another Treasure Trove. The Weight of History of both the Old Building and Asia Mingling in the Summer Air. Upstairs the floor is Creaking So Lovely under the feet of other Happy Saturday Wanderers.
I’m Glad it Graces our City. I Highly Recommend a Trip to Inglewood to Hinchcliff & Lee. Behind the Wooden Door is the Cutest Shop Dog eating the Sales Tickets. The Shop Owner John and His Glorious Tales both New and Old. Asian Antiques that will Take your Breath Away.