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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

 

This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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Last night

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Was almost time to say goodbye, and am thinking, will he be there much longer ?  Can someone like him ever leave ? Just 5’7″, almost bronze, shocking white hair and eyes : oh pools of deep brown velvet laughter..

He is my best friend since I was little / walked me to the bus stop and back, pushed my fringe back in, though shy to hug. Too shy to hug. We were all brought up so different. Different times and places. Eras. Cities. Tradition made some of us shy. Even at the altar, giving me away as bride.. nervous, in blue gray suit,

Everything will be alight,” he said that morning in May, and the brilliance spilt off his eyes, all over my sky.

Though yes, we are different. Like Parents and their children are.Alike, but growing away, into different spheres ; or reasons for existence.

Last night I accepted that, with new respect.

Pain teaches you to respect each others’ space. Even the need to be afraid. Or sulk about the sheets and pillows, the draft in the window, the noise of  things like silence.

So. We came home and began to leave. He was by the gate waving bye, ” Ray, come back next week..”

I know I will. If I’ve not been writing here its cuz am mostly with him, in my mind. Returning to childhood, loving daddy the way daughters do, re – living moments, wishing, praying, hoping to see him laugh again. Not just one more time, but through Christmas and New Year. Maybe all the wars they rumor will come. The earthquakes and floods,. Rapture even. Dear Lord, dear heaven, all the things we grumble about : prices and petrol, pollution and naughty kids running up and down the stairs…

to share laughter and tears, its worth the ache. It sure is. To hold their hand, just that one moment longer. And be loved like that. And love back.

I do not know if there is a Greater thing. Than Love.

Can there be ?

( yeah yeah am rambling : am kneeling, praying in my mind. May this Christmas light up your life as it is doing mine : YES eventually every little thing, will be alright : NOT preachn at you. Just myself. :))

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“Discouraged?” Uh – oh !

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Pulped ! Read on in my all time Fav!  The Artist in You Group:

Discouraged? Forget it!.

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Dear God whats th–

whats the world coming to,  theres way too much talent for one blinkn earth !

( who says blind kids cant paint ? Our boy stealn a brush at Dads Horses…..)

Oneday I know he will rise above our limitations. Oneday I know – if prayer cannot change things, it will change the way we are/ Oneday I know, I will change enough to pray a different prayer

Oneday I know, what cannot be seen will be touched by the human heart.

 

 

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