Higher than flowers and trees
Higher than roof tops and steeples
Clouds thundered across the skies
Clouds rolled and let go of their cargo
Flowers and trees welcomed the sun
Roof tops and steeples shone in its warmth
Higher than flowers and trees
Higher than roof tops and steeples
Rain clouds muttered and vanished
White puffed clouds decorated the blue
“The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.”
~ Dr. Seuss
Under the bridge…….
Mother Nature just is……
Integrity, like a…..
Larger than life……
Intuition lives……
Temptation ~ …….
Yellow-gold……..
“On the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.”
~ Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays
** Theme for the month of July ~ Humility
Today I received the keys to
the doors of my new home.
Cupboards and closets empty,
soon to be filled with
the stuff of my life.
Tonight I am filled with gratitude!
Grateful for safety that keys bring
when others have no keys or doors.
Tonight I am filled with humility.
Humbled by the magnitude of
what has just been accomplished.
Tonight I am filled with joy.
Joyful for family and friends who
have stood by me while I stepped off this precipice.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all other.”
~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
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Frustrated and disappointed, Em just stared at her phone. She had promised Dez she’d tell her more about the so-called history of the jogging track. Knowing her sister, she wouldn’t be upset.
“Em! Did you talk to Jeremy last night like you said? He’ll be out here next week, right?….What. You didn’t get to talk with him?” Her sister was quiet. “No, I called him this morning and just listened to the racket he was making. He was racing off to work. He won’t be out next week. All their schedules have been changed because one of the main doctors is off with Covid.”
Emelina was right. Her sister was barely fazed. “Not a problem, Em. That gives us more time to……..:” Annoyed, she cut Dez off mid-sentence. “Time for what? Walking about the track again? Seeing what ‘clues’ Michael might have left? For who?” The more she talked the angrier she got. She felt like she was in the middle of something that she hadn’t asked for. It had just been about what Dez had shown her. The balance sheet for the orchard and apiary looked like they were going broke. That took her to Digby and then to Mr. Jordan. All of a sudden, she was listening to Michael’s will again, and for the first time. “Let’s just leave it alone Dez. Let the ten years run out and let Samuel take over that land.”
Dez felt her stomach tighten. Everything had been going so well for over two years. She was starting to feel like she had a family again. She’d given up her apartment for Martha’s duplex on the Estate. She had no more control out here than she had sharing their bedroom when they were teens. She had no savings to speak of, no real job and her sister was paying her rent. If she couldn’t make the orchard and apiary pay, those would be lost to her too. Her mood had sunk to match her sister’s mood. She was crazy to think about a Walking Writing workshop, “I’m sorry, Em. I guess I just got too excited. I’m going into town ~ I’ve got an interview for a part-time job this afternoon.”
“Dez, let me just live with all this for a while. I just don’t know what we’ll be able to do and I do want the two of us to work together on it. I don’t want our old teenage rivalries to interfere. After all, I think we’ve both come a long way. This last two years especially.”
Dez had turned to leave. Stopped and turned back to face her sister. “You’re right, Em. We need to get past this. Work it out. Take some space.” She could feel her mood lifting. “I will go to that job interview. You need to take whatever time you need. This is your property………” She held up her hand. “No, Em. It is. We can work together with ideas. My work is to earn some money and pay my way. I won’t be a drag on your life.”
“And I won’t be the bossy big sister I was so long ago.”
~~~~~
“Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.”
~ Louise Gluck
To follow
the walking path
past the lake
To rest
on the dedicated bench
to look out on the lake
or
To take a walk
through leafy shade
past rabbits and squirrels
To take a detour
from here to there
just because I felt like it……
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
~ Gwyn Thomas
It was a simple task. Just go down to SaskPower and talk to a real person about my upcoming move. A windy day with beautiful sunshine, I took the bus partway and then strolled the few blocks to……..a construction zone! Regina’s beautiful power building seemed under attack but in reality is being ‘reconstructed’. An insistent jack hammer assailed my senses! Men and women poured cement, smoothed cement and despite swirling dust, none of them had safety masks on. Hesitating, I scanned for an entrance to the offices. Just past the noise and the dust, office workers filed into a tunnel of plywood on their return from lunch, showing me the way.
I did manage to talk to a real person, but after talking to the security guard who directed me to a little telephone on a little table ~ already in use. Construction noise muted, I passed the time watching a still steady stream of office workers slide their employee badges past the turnstile sensors and disappear into one of four elevators. Ten minutes later, I spoke to that real person and in moments my simple task was accomplished.
I just couldn’t take it anymore. More boxes dragged across my kitchen floor, my favourite floor mat rolled up and put away……..everyday it’s something. Now, I’m a patient cat. My human has told me that more than once. But there are days, and this is one of them, that I just decide to give up. I’ve climbed all over the boxes because I’m just curious. Curious about what might be hiding in there ~ nothing I could sniff out, see or hear. So today, I just stretched myself out in the sun, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
“Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.”
~ Sir Walter Scott
