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Monday, March 16, 2015

What May Come Part 1




Rich, Deep, Sapphire Blue

Sparking with Fire
Sparkling with Kindness
Glinting with Playfulness
Dimming with Laughter
Glowing with Compassion
Dancing with laughter
Smoldering with Passion
Flashing with Anger
His eyes told the Story of his Heart


Her laugh changed according to her mood. At her happiest moments it was  music, a lyrical melody. When she felt sad or upset for any reason, it turned into something more short, reserved, tentative. They both had those windows into their hearts, but to see them, you had to look. Most of the world just brushed by without a glance.

They met on occasion; their paths would cross. A smile shared in passing, a "hello" exchanged on the run and other such pleasantries.

Didn't seem like much, and it wasn't.

Yet they were drawn to one another.  Both wishing for a genuine opportunity to break through this polite  piece of glass that stood between them. It was established, a distant acknowledgement of one another.


They had been neighbors for a while. Three years, in fact. Her P.O. box "006" was next door to his (no joke) "007". One day, through a series of unexpected events, their polite distance was exchanged for something wholly different.


The chill in the air on this morning was more than any day that winter. The temperature had been consistently dropping throughout the week and the predictions of snow were proving to be correct.  Light flurries were tossed about in the ever increasing wind.


Jenny pulled her hat down over her ears, quickly walking across the parking lot. As she entered the lobby of the post office, the warmth that met her was most welcome. "I'd better hurry and get back home before this storm traps me here." she thought to herself.


She put the key in the lock on "006", turning it and opening the door in one fluid motion, hoping it would be there and it said "yes".


Before Thad got out of the car, he reached into the back seat, moving books, empty water bottles and his sketch pad out of the way. Grabbing his heavy coat; "Sure did turn cold he muttered." As he put his heavy coat on, one arm at a time, he thought of Nicole; she never failed to comment on how the blue of the coat brought out the blue of his eyes.


Oh well, moving on.....it was a college romance and never had forever written on it. It was the truth, but the breakup still left its sting.


It's now or never and on that note, Thad ran for it, the freezing wind slapped at his face. The door rattled as it hit the frame. "Hmmm, warmer in here."


He pulled out the letters from his box, shuffling through them in earnest. There was only one thing he was interested in this morning. The suspense was robbing him of sleep and his appetite.


The lobby was empty, with the exception of one other person. It was no surprise when he looked out and saw the snow falling with increasing intensity.


Jenny was so involved in her letter, she had not noticed him or the snowfall turning into a blizzard. On the flip side, he noticed it was her...his beautiful brown eyed neighbor. Her adorable button nose was wrinkled up as she concentrated on her letter. "Must be important." Thad thought.


"Important", the word shook Thad's attentions from Jenny's button nose to his own letter. Back to his search. "Aaah", there it was at the bottom of the stack. Now, to open it. His stomach twisted in knots and suddenly he felt light headed. Sliding down to the floor, he leaned his head against the wall. Breathing slow and steady, he waited for calm to overtake his impending panic. After several minutes, he felt more like himself and opened his eyes. To his great astonishment, his brown eyed neighbor was the first thing he saw.


Jenny knelt down, touched his shoulder and asked, "Are you feeling sick?" After several seconds, Thad found his voice..."Sort of...he said, yes, I mean no, I mean, I was feeling a bit light headed, but it has passed now. I should be fine.. I guess I should get going."


Again Jenny, the voice of compassion, inquired "Did you drive here?"  "Yes, of course." Thad replied,  thinking that was a strange question. "Well, it might be a considerable length of time before you can drive anywhere." Jenny pointed outside...Thad followed her finger, only to be faced with the harsh reality that no one was going to be driving at all. The storm was hitting hard!  All that could be seen was a wall of white, causing Thad to let out a groan, expressing the utter helplessness he felt.


"I have a proposition for you, but first I need to explain something."  Wordlessly, Thad adjusted his position, turning himself toward her as if to say, "I'm listening."   Jenny dove in. "It is obvious that we have a lot in common. We are, after all, the only two people silly enough to defy the coming storm to retrieve our mail. She punctuated this with a smile, as he offered one of his own in return. Jenny pointed out the obvious truth. "You can't get home." pausing, faltering a bit, she added, "But, I can, so I am inviting you to come home with me. It seems a much better option than staying here." "Well,....yes...." but his many questions were plainly written on his face. Without preamble, Jenny began to answer the questions not voiced.


"I didn't drive here. My apartment building is next door.  All we have to do is make it across the parking lot."  She continued, giving him no room for inquiry. "It is not my habit  to invite strange men into my home, but I know you are safe, completely trustworthy, one of the good guys." Thad narrowed his eyes, questioning how she could  possibly....know this......


"My cousin, Rachel had a room mate in college.....her name was Nicole."  With this, she did pause, allowing him to take in the information. He wanted to respond to all of this, but he struggled to find the right words or any words.  After a long pause, he asked, "Wait a minute, you mean you know Nicole?  My Nicole? What are you telling me?"  "I know her, just a little." Jenny said softly.


Thad's voice got a little higher than he intended. "Rachel, Rachel Comstock is your cousin?!"  "She is." Jenny said, with her voice steady; her heart pounding.  "Rachel spoke of you often, Thad, and with great affection. She thought of you as particularly special. So, I don't feel like I'm taking any kind of risk."


"Oh, I see." was all that Thad could manage. Jenny now spoke with uncharacteristic forcefulness, "Well, if we are going, we'd better go."  She clasped both her little hands around his large one, as she pulled with all her might, lifting him straight to his feet.....shocking both of them, no end!


It was in this state of extraordinary surprise that they exited the post office. Jenny did not let go of Thad's hand as they walked across the parking lot, surrounded by the bitter cold and the twisting wind. The snow nearly blinded them, but they pushed on, knowing safety and warmth would be found only a few feet away.


They reached the green space that separated Jenny's apartment building from the post office. The trees acted as a slight wind break, offering a small measure of protection from the unrelenting force of the storm. Thad put his arm around Jenny's shoulder, pulling her near. An unconscious act; an instinctual move to keep her warm and safe. Jenny did not resist. She, in fact, leaned in closer yet and spoke in his ear, hoping to be heard. "We are going to go straight through the walk way to the stairs on our left. Thad nodded that he heard and understood. Now, arm in arm, they ran for it. The door that led to the stairs slammed behind them, blocking out the storm...........Silence.... They exchanged a look of relief. They mirrored each other with a tentative half smile.



Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Kitchen Table Made of Pine


                                 
                                                    Kitchen Table Made of Pine
                           The memories it holds, the years of use, they are all mine 
                                                    Grocery Lists, Spelling Lists  
                                                    Math Equations, Homework
               Household Expenses written out, the important ones in bold
   Workplace invoices
    Love Letters
          Some you regret, others never grow old
  Christmas Lists 
 Report Card Signatures,
 Term Paper Outlines,
   Garage Sale Signs, 
    Hastily Written Notes.
          Heat Marks From When we made Jam, 
       These memories I hold in my heart, 
    to everyone of them attached I am
  Water Marks from Flower Pots
     Here and There Unidentified Spots
         Marks on the legs from puppy teeth, 
Nail marks from grown dogs after the left over cheese.  
Our Kitchen Table 
     It's these imprints and more that it holds 
            The knotted pine, the soft wood 
  It tells a story
         Hardwood endures, softwood remembers
  I run my finger tips across its surface tracing yesterday, today, and 
        dreaming of tomorrow, forever connected.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Blind To Beauty

Blind to Beauty 
Let me never be

The extraordinary sights
of this world may I
always notice, and forever see.

The foaming ocean,
 bluer than blue sky,
expansive mountains
covered in trees.
The creatures of the
air, earth, and sea.
                                      May I never tire of
any of these.

A child laughing,
another lending a 
helping hand. 
Grown men, on the side of right they stand.
The endless acts of kindness
unseen, but of 
immeasurable value
to this world,
to you and to me.

Blind to beauty
let us never be! 


Friday, February 6, 2015

The Intimidation of Romance

The intimidation of romance, where does that spring from exactly? I believe it initially comes from average and completely wonderful people watching the fun house version of romance played out in movies and ads, even novels. The wall of mirrors, that distorts out of all proportion, the truth. 

There are people who get picked up by helicopter and taken to their country house for the weekend along with 25 of their dearest friends. Some people do drink champagne for breakfast out of crystal flutes. Others know how to spin a phrase with such polish, a woman could be talked out of her better judgement.  

For the greatest section of society, no matter the price tag you place on it, the idea of romance is actually pretty confusing. What does it mean to be romantic? UMMMMMMMMMM......

The answer could turn into a long discussion; it could, but no need. 
It is pretty simple. Not exactly a mystery. 

However, there is a secret.  Pay attention.  That is the secret. Romance is not found in horse drawn carriages or rooms filled with dozens of roses. 

Romance is found in the details of thoughtfulness, consideration, and the tiny, often unnoticed, preferences of the one you love, being noticed.

Romance is not about price tag. It is about highlighting the priceless elements of your relationship.

The idea of one magic formula to achieve romance misses the mark. It gets people in trouble, frustrated, and occasionally hurt. The meaning of romance has been lost in translation. Don't try to be bigger than life.  Do be thoughtful. Do be present. Do put your affections into action and be simply personal and purely honest.

         Come Slip Your Hand
             Securely into mine.
               We will walk along the water;
               Our Bare feet  Shuffling in the Sand.
                                  
           Come Share your thoughts with me.
            You will fit right here; slide down into my lap.
I will encircle you in my arms and lean my ear close to catch every word. Carefully I listen leaving no gap.

Come laugh with me as we trade the news of the day. I'll put my arm around your delicate frame and when the telling is through, we will sit together in comfortable silence and your head upon my shoulder you will lay.

And this moment, as millions of moments before, 
I will wait with excited expectation to hear you
say, "I Love YOU today and our whole life through." 
                     


                             

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Trees, Wind, Roots

Open the box ....
Pour into bowl.....
add milk....
grab spoon.... 
Breakfast......

So as I sat looking out the window eating my culinary masterpiece, the scene outside captivated me. The wind rushed through the trees at great speed. As the wind blew, it caused the branches of the trees to dance with sweeping dips and radical twists in every direction. 

For awhile I watched with interest, but no particular thoughts. Then something interesting dawned on me. The wind was having its way with the trees, but something in their behavior we, as people, would do well to adopt. 

They bent to a point showing themselves flexible, but they were not moved. Roots fully established and firmly in place, the trees held their ground. 

To be flexible in small matters and firmly rooted in the absolutes of life will, in turn, give your life opportunity to flourish.....even on the windy days.


Saturday, January 17, 2015

Familiar Sounds

Familiar sounds
Creaky Floors
Squeaky Doors
Trash Trucks
Mail Trucks
Delivery Vans
Lawn Mowers
Leaf Blowers

A child laying against his mother's breast drifts off to sleep, hearing the rhythm of her heart beat.

A man follows the sound in the distance of a sheep's bleat. Chickens cluck in protest as you collect the eggs. Horses stomp their feet with displeasure, one after another, as you move to clean their feet, with a fuss and a whinny as they submit and bend a leg.

A woman wakes to the sound of a heart monitor alarm warning of trouble. Without hesitation,.. she moves to fix the problem. Silence. The sound not heard. You can make your feelings heard when your blood runs hot. You can do it without saying a word.

A front door screen crashes against the frame, kids are home. 

Shower turns on.... dad is up.
Pots clanking....mom is cooking.
T.V. blares....grandpa is watching.

Someone knocks, seven locks are undone to let them in. Determined to triumph over discouragement and overwhelming crime, this battle, you will have it no other way....you will win.

Cheers and laughter fill the air at the announcement of a new child that would soon be there.

 Boots thunder on the entry floor. Solider son arrives 3 days early....all you can do is stop and stare. You embrace him, sobs released, your heart rejoices....you can't believe he is there.

Sounds of home. It is all different and all the same.

You are part of something....a family.

Familiar sounds....you know them well. 
Some Sad
Some happy
Some funny 
Some annoying 
Some sweet. 
Some important, some not so much. 
The sounds of home....its our hearts they touch.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Hope In The Form of Snow

Snow....a stunning surprise

Snow....a blanket of white
Snow....a reason to laugh
Snow....glistening in the sunlight
Snow....unexpected
Snow....welcome
Snow arriving New Years Eve morning
filling my heart with such joy, such utter delight.
Snow....for building snowmen
Snow.... for sledding down the hill
Unaccustomed to the temperature, my hands, nose, 
and especially my toes, feel the chill.
Snow in my California town; who would have
thunk it?  It doesn't snow here ever, but it did!  
We heard it was possible, but thought it was not 
exactly probable.

  In the dawning of the new day, we found a reason to display a smile, and laugh with childlike abandon. Our world was reborn as it lay there covered in white, like a blank canvas. In every snow flake, hope drifted down.

All over town clusters of children and adults, feeling like children, took a pause from their everyday stuff, to enjoy this happening that does not happen any day for us. 

A reminder of Hope came down....now it is our job, yours and mine, to pick it up and help it grow. Not only in our own hearts, but in the hearts of the people we encounter. Could be family, could be a stranger you brush elbows with on a crowded sidewalk. It could be a smile, a kind and helpful gesture, or listening while a hurting friend pours out their pain. 

From here, this place of newness, we begin with fresh perspective and hard earned wisdom. Hand in hand , we will make it through this year with high hopes; leading the way to fulfilled dreams and promises that are our new reality.