Violet Tears

Today was a sad day as well as a celebration. We lost one of our beloved choir members a little while ago very unexpectedly. She was an amazing person. So loved by so many. She went in for what was to be an easy procedure and had a stroke in the recovery period after the surgery. She was a member of our church choir with me. A soprano. She had a beautiful spirit and she really loved my daughter. At times I can still hear her voice. She had a certain way of looking over her glasses and asking me, “where’s my girl?” She called my daughter HER girl. I was more than happy to share my child with her.
Even now it is so hard to believe she is gone. She is though. I will always miss her dearly.
A few words that came to me this morning as I was getting ready for her memorial service today.

Violets fell from her eyes in a stream of flowing sadness. Her soul cried out in purple and lilac and blue. She had crossed the gossamer veil into invisibility. Only memories that cut to the quick remain. Memories, vivid now and tangible, that will eventually fade to sepia, with curled edges and forgotten dates. Death and Angels come shrouded in beautiful purple drapes but they follow us with aged, sepia eyes knowing this is the final goodbye.

violets

Left of Center

Angles a’jangle and elbows akimbo,
eyes and limbs askew.
A hem hanging down and a tilt-a-wheel hat,
defined all life that he knew.

Life was a cobblestone complete with a trip
On each and every third stone.
Storms with gale force winds was all he had ever known.

The wind whipped his umbrella backwards.
Rain danced familiarly on his head.
Life was left of center with elusive bits of brightness.
They sparkled in the labyrinth of his head.
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This bit of poetry sums up this week perfectly. It was full of unexpected things.

 

The Best Laid Plans

todoHave you ever had your whole day planned out and nothing you had planned worked out?  That was my Saturday on yesterday.  This was a weekend I had off.  I did not have to work so I had a list and everything planned out in my mind.  My plans were to get up, cook breakfast, take child to work, come back home for a short nap then begin a kitchen purge.

I had read an article online a few days ago about being minimalist and how less is more.  I decided with a birthday coming next week, I should think about having less.  So, I planned to start with a kitchen purge and then move on to other rooms.

Well. We got up and I cooked breakfast and prior to taking my daughter to work I decided to stop at the gas station to put some air in the tires. I did and the left front tire was low a well as the back right. I pulled out of the gas lot and got to the median.  It was time to put the pedal to the medal and get daughter to work. Tick. Tick. Tick. What was that sound? TICK. TICK. TICK.  It was even louder.

I turned the radio down and opened the window.  It was a tire making that noise.  I put on the emergency flashers and made a loop to get back to the mall.  I needed to go to Sears to get it checked.  Gerald’s Tires was too far to travel.

At Sears there was a long line of people ahead of us.  But, the day was partially saved by the clerk who helped me.  I think he even put me ahead of others to get me out the door a little sooner.  He drove my car and after hearing the sounds, drove it right on to a lift and found three bad tires.  One had a huge screw with a washer.  No patch would hold on that.  Another had a nail in the side edge.  No patch would hold that either.  The third tire had a bulge where the steel radial belt inside had moved. Only one tire was good and it was the last one I had replaced in the past year.  I had to replace all so that they would be uniform.

The auto guy tells me it would be a little wait but he would get her gone!  It would cost $350 for the four new tires.  Not what I wanted to pay.  Those funds were earmarked for other things, but what could I do? With no car work, church and other things cannot happen.  So out that money went on new tires!  Bummer!  Real bummer because some of that  was for my birthday next week.   I guess I’m grateful I had the funds to keep us rolling.

So where is the list in all of this?  All shot to hell is where.  I got my daughter to work two hours late. I was still very tired and after trying not to nod off in the Sears waiting room and failing, I was still tired.  I decided to go home but took a detour at World Market.  I got wine and new wine glasses.  Then home and I took a short nap before it was time to get daughter from work.  Before finally going home we did make a stop at Starbucks.  I got an iced green tea latte.  It was the highlight of my day.  Once home it was dinner, a little sangria and to bed early.

Sunday is another day.  Another day to try to begin that list.  That kitchen purge is still there, waiting on me to begin.  And I will.  Come hell or high water.  I’m doing something in that kitchen!  Less is more and to make that happen you have to plan and have time to review possessions to let them go.

I have heard on and off throughout the years…make some plans…..go ahead…God laughs at those!  He has other plans for us.

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