Preparing for demolition
This 1950s wallpaper revealed.
The young boy’s heart, embedded on a wall.
No date for reference.
I have given this a great deal of thought lately. We all live in our own reality. We have to realize that
I am the most important person in the world.
I’m not wrong. This is what I perceive to be true. For me, this is truth.
You see, everyone can see the same thing, but you never see it exactly the same. I can look at something, and the person standing next to me can see it too. But their eyes are next to mine, and there is no possible way they can see it exactly the way that I do.
So, to tell someone “oh come on, don’t think that way!” or “seriously, that is not what just happened!” can be considered as showing a lack of respect for them. If the person is kidding around, that’s one thing. But if they seriously have seen or taken part in something and interpreted it as thus, then we need to show respect and consider it. This is who they are.
All of us are living inside of our own reality show. It’s almost like a virtual reality. I imagine putting on those virtual reality goggles and we go off into our dreamlike state. We have an entire universe inside of us. The world does center around you! (I thought that was a crazy idea when I first heard that. I thought, “What?! That is so self centered!” Then I thought about it. While the world spins, we each have our own opinions, our own value system.
What is our world, if we have not the encouraging word?
Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now. The force of character is cumulative. –Ralph Waldo Emerson
Step out. Be true to yourself. Do not hurt others, do good to all. Then peace will come.
Do you wonder? What is the next catastrophe we will need to face?
All of this pushed by media. Now, I’m not saying these are not important. They are. But have you noticed how they are coming in waves? Maybe it’s lunar. The moon affecting the tide of humanity.
I got stuck in the 60s tonight. I watched one of my favorites: The Newlywed Game. All of them. On YouTube. I admired the bride’s hair: the big beehive ‘do. The mascara and eye shadow. The California lifestyle.
Do you remember that game? We would play it by the hour. You’d draw a chart, naming your choices of places to live, boys’ names (to marry), a car to drive and a career. I cannot remember the counting formula, perhaps one of my readers can. Anyway, count away and you’d find your destiny.
I think I always had choices of California, Florida, or … I don’t remember having any other! Maybe I chose Hawaii. But certainly not my home town.
I’m not sure of his profession, but it was the man’s profession, for sure.
I do not remember the rest. I’m sure a color and a car were significant.
I will always remember how I thought the best place in the world had to be California. I was definitely a California girl. In my dreams.
I’m 61. My dreams have changed. Oh sure, I have visited California. A Californian friend even stated that there is no other place in the world to live! But I do admit, i love my small village I returned to, I love my farm and I love (even more) my farmer, who makes life worthwhile and every day a priceless treasure! (Thank you, Ross).
Still, there is a little girl…and her little girl dreams….
One wouldn’t think that the simple act of changing out a drawer could change one’s world. But it is one step closer to the freedom of love and belonging.
Our utensils have “lived” in a pellmell world. A large drawer with two molded plastic trays and no room for any one thing in each, ruling this little kingdom called Drawer in almost complete anarchy. Until yesterday. We took the drawer out and cleaned it out. Completely. The goal, to get rid of those things that weigh us down. Plastic spoons from early childhood days, grapefruit knives that no longer even look like grapefruit knives, blades that fall out of old wooden handles. Butter knives. Many many butter knives. Last count was eight and I kept two out (just in case), there could be more hidden in these kitchen drawers.
And, what did we do with the remains of the kingdom of Drawer? We gave them a new look. An old utensil mold that had no more use, except that it was enormous, went into Drawer.
I entered the Kingdom of Drawer this morning in search of a spoon for my coffee, and the peace I found inside of this little drawer kingdom was of such comfort, I felt the need to spread this good news. Everything was right. Everything was neat and tidy, and all knew their place. They are happy.
Life is about being happy, even if it is only one drawer at a time. Keep your pace, find your peace, even if it is only one drawer at a time. The rest will come.
Skipping through social media, as best as I could this morning, waiting for the ads to load so I could scroll, I stumbled across the word “emoji,” and have thought about it some. As I scroll, I hit these little icons of like, love, thankful, wow. I rarely do any of the others, I just keep scrolling. Sometimes I remember to delete the ads I’ve seen way too much, for fear of saying something spiteful, we shouldn’t dwell in a negative world.
Then my break comes. Gracie, the black lab. She gets up in the morning, and while I am hovering over the laptop and a cuppa joe, she wants her hugs. “You are the best puppy ever!” I state, and she shudders and chatters her teeth, her happy sign. I wish I had an emoji for that. Wait. No I don’t. She is alive and affectionate. We step outside, where her “babies” wait for her (a stuffed bone, and a stuffed skunk, she takes her pick). The morning birds announce the morning, despite the dark rain clouds that keep the sun from shining.
And the birds, we keep the bird feeders full, despite instruction that they need to now find food on their own. We are enjoying them way too much. We even saw Baltimore orioles the other day!
We found her crying in the box of sawdust. The stray kitten that wandered from mama’s nest, somewhere in that haymow. She cried and cried. Barn kittens, we leave them for mama to find. (She did find her!)
All signs of life, a full life, and in the circle of life. Life in signs: the apple blossoms, the dogwood trees, the daffodils and tulips as they awaken, and now, the lilacs. (As soon as the sweet honeysuckle blooms, I am reminded that heaven exists.)
Stop and listen. Just for a moment. The world goes on. It’s a better place.