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12-11-2012
"Flowers and Weed"
In a garden abundant with colors, greenery and various species of flowers, how is it that one flower catches our eye and captivates us? We may well appreciate the beauty of the full display for awhile but often one particular flower catches our attention in some magical way. It is almost a magnetic pull or perhaps some ancient memory of attraction. The flower does nothing but BE. It is just being itself yet we feel the pull towards it. Maybe we even pick it and take it home to prolong the delight that it gives us. Then there are other flowers that we dismiss as weeds. Maybe we even pull them from the garden and toss them away in the trash. How do we make this discrimination? What in us delineates some flowers as worthy and others as weeds?
Everyone needs some beautiful flowers in their lives. Even if other people think they are weeds. Even if they ARE weeds. Now that I think about it I've had some pretty good weed in my life, too, but that's a whole different conversation! Oi oi!
No flowers grow where I live. They are not allowed. I'm never allowed to "stop and smell the roses". That's part of the punishment. Things are bound to change though. That's the only sure thing in this world. One of the things that keeps me fighting is to once again savor all the delights the world of flowers has to offer. From the bright red roses to the dirty little dandelions! What was I talking about again?
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I just found your blog and would love to start a correspondence with you. It has been so long since we were teens, yet some things are so clear?I love to read, also. I am a voracious reader, I think I transferred addictions is what I really did.
Two years ago I bought an electronic reader that connects to Amazon books online. They are truly making an impact on bookstores and libraries. Many bookstore chains have been closing down, and now libraries have started it where you can check out ebooks from them. It is also making it very easy for writers to put out their own stories without a publisher. I don't suppose you could be allowed an ereader?
I am still living in Portland where Carlton and I moved to when I got pregnant with my second child, Chelsea. Chad my oldest is 21 and Chelsea is 20. She in turn made me a Grandma 3 years ago. A bit too soon but, I love it.
It has been 14 years since Carlton passed away from cancer. I wonder what he would have thought about being a Grandpa so soon, lol. When he was ill and doing chemo, I really thought we would get through it. He was so demanding when he was sick and grouchy. One day he asked for some tea while I was doing a mosaic project and I said, "Sure in a minute"...and he promptly called me an, "Arts and craft bitch" I still giggle about that line when I do anything artsy. Your facebook page has a whole section filled with your art. I can't wait to go back and pour over it all. I am looking forward to catching up with you.
xoxo, your old friend Macy
Thank you for making me smile :)