Years and years before I had time to look at things like leaves and dirt, I had a mother-in-law and father-in-law who pointed beautiful pictures of such things out to me.
I would sit on the porch with my NY self and look at the cars and the traffic and the trucks and the people and Mom would say, did you see that? I would say what. The leaves falling out of the trees, she would say. Mom... I wanted to say, the leaves fall out of the trees every year. Why are you pointing these things out to me? I was blind to the beauty of God's creation. Blinded by the massive structures and awesome presence of man-made wonders around me...
I had to travel to the beach or something to see anything but the words and the fearful things around me. Is that man, friend or foe? Walking around with the guarded heart and mind and stance. That is the NY mindset. I lived and lived like that. My father-in-law would let me know how foreign this was to him. He would sigh and wonder. I am sure he wondered whatever Ben and I had in common.
I have learned, only since being in the south and being around trees everyday, without an agenda. Without a tournament to watch or play or an event to follow. Who is winning the race to the ground in the leaf race? It is a wonderful sight. Minus the fear of worrying who is going to run out in the street with those cars racing through the neighborhood like that. Minus the fear of who is getting lost. My lunch hours and my breaks are now able to be given to nature watching. No one would call it nature at all. My mother-in-law would understand the difference, in me. I spent about 5 whole minutes today watching a cricket on a chair in the courtyard. It was awesome and it didn't even look in my direction.
My Mother-in-law and Grandma Ruth and the older people in my life must've thought I was so nosey. I could not enter into their interests outside of themselves. I wanted to know about their relationships with people and they wanted to forget those things and talk about today. Today, the leaves were falling so beautifully swirling and racing to the ground, each wearing their colors and in different lanes, like... a race? Can't get away from my sports analogies, I have to work on that. Like twirling DNA?
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.
Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville
My little Emmie
ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.
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