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A Single Cardboard Box

Eloise sat back in her chair and sighed.   This would be her final move. It was a hard one, leaving so much behind. But it was time. She thought about her husband of 61 years, Elliot. He’d been gone for a while now but she was managing. He’d always loved that about her:  her ability to adapt.

Hands clasped loosely on her lap, legs demurely crossed at the ankle. She had been taught to be a lady but she also knew when not to be. Something else Elliott loved about her.  She smiled to herself. As she raised her head her eyes caught the single cardboard box resting on the edge of the bed.  How is it possible for 92 years to fit inside one single box?

There were so many memories. Dipping her toes into three oceans over her lifetime. That midnight buffet on the cruise ship. The smile became a chuckle as she remembered poor Elliot looking for his shoes in a strange motel after a very long night. He eventually found them in the refrigerator! They had laughed all the way to Albuquerque. Good memories.

There were camping trips with four active and insatiably curious children. And then the children’s children, there seemed to be so many of them. She remembered the strange noises a sleeping child makes and the wild-eyed wonder when they saw something for the first time. Learning to read, learning to walk, learning to slow down. That was always the hard one. But they did it together. Eloise and Elliot. It had lovely ring to it. What a great partnership they had. And that partnership didn’t die when he did. She slept with a pair of his gloves under her pillow. He was never far from her.

She relaxed a little more in the chair, resting her tired shoulders. And she cast her mind back over her 92 years. She had earned her rest. Her memories of her childhood were all good. She’d had loving parents who had taught her to love the world and to respect what it had to offer. She had grown up with wonderful pets who had taught her humility and selflessness. She had friends who taught her the art of compromise and acceptance and French kissing. Yes, she had learned how to laugh early.  And she laughed often.  She had reason.

They had traveled the world together. Elliott was a wonderful traveler. Except for the shoes.  When the children had come along they too were initiated into that world. First traveling near at home and then farther and farther as they grew older and more capable of appreciating it. And then they too caught the bug. The world was theirs to explore.

As time inexorably moved on so did the children. And then she and Elliot rediscovered the wonders of each other. It was like a second honeymoon and they had enjoyed it for many years. Oh, the children came back to visit. In the beginning it was quite often but as their lives became more and more complicated, that too dwindled off.  That was to be expected.

Most of the children and grandchildren made it back for Elliot’s funeral. It was good to see them, to get reacquainted. But they had their own lives to get back to and in time Eloise was again alone.  That was okay. She had much to occupy her. She had quite a vibrant social life and plenty of friends to keep her company. But there were adjustments. She moved to a condominium and hired a cleaning service. There were even a few male companions who were interested in more than just companionship. They were proper gentlemen when she refused. Her heart still belonged to Elliot. Besides he hadn’t been gone that long. But it was nice to have a man around to escort her to a dance.

The box caught her eye once again. It seem to beckon to her and to mock her. It was her box of treasures, precious memories, tokens worth more than any precious jewel ever could be. A single tear escaped her eye.  She felt sad and more than a little proud. She wondered about the next step in her life. What was still to come? She closed her eyes.

 

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The door burst open! A tall, young; man, strode aggressively into the room.

“Where the hell is the damn thing?”

A few seconds behind him an equally tall woman sashayed into the room somewhat less aggressively.

“They said it was on the end of the bed and you could pick it up at your leisure.  I think it’s important. What do you plan on doing with it?”

The man became a little less forceful as he spotted the single cardboard box just where he had been told it would be.

“It’s just some old trinkets. What possible value could it have? “

 

 

the end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Children of the Storm

 

The mighty winds are lashing

Torrential rains awash

The storm is in its torrid throes

The darkness still unfettered

 

Beneath the stately boughs

Of a kingly oak

A gentle mother waits her turn

Small life within her breast

 

While all around her quakes

The world has gone askew

The gentle mother bides her time

Until new life be born

 

And now the time is near

The storm still rages on

With perhaps a tiny sigh

The baby chicks are born

 

There is no greater offering

That is ours to give

The gift of life is wondrous

Though stormy be its path.

Distraction

Life is a distraction,

A leaf flutters by!

There’s so much to do,

Look, birds in the sky!

 

But work must be done.

A flower’s in bloom!

To put food on the table

We need to consume.

 

Life is for living

And support is required

To allow us to live

Before we’re expired.

 

Perhaps we are wrong

About so many things

We really could wait

To see what life brings.

 

Life is a distraction

That could bring us joy

It can also bring peace

We then could employ

 

 

 

#Crazy?

 

I must be.  I’ll bet you are too. We must be if we think this B-Sht Crazy World is going to make it.  I mean think about it.  Our planet is a mess, we only have one world, there is no back up. And yet as hard as some people work to try to fix all the problems, there are too many others who are apathetic.  Even worse are those who fight against the solutions for personal gain.

People around the world are starving but we can feed them, we can heal sicknesses, provide care, promote education. But because of greed and apathy people don’t get the support they need.  This planet has more than enough resources to support everyone if we share but we don’t know how to get along. We really don’t.

Food.  It all comes down to food.  One of the leading causes of death worldwide, is food related.  In some countries: obesity, diabetes, heart disease, cancer. In other countries: starvation. How can we let this happen?

We have pristine beaches we purposely pollute because we are lazy?  We have places to put garbage so why don’t we? We expect others to clean up after us. We want the problems to be fixed but we don’t want to be responsible.

Too many dreams left unfilled can lead to apathy. Which explains so much. We have improved our lives a great deal but we have lost a lot along the way. We have lost understanding, compassion and acceptance.  We find ways to promote hatred and that becomes all consuming.

Perhaps the most controversial problem facing our world is climate change. And we cannot agree on that!  Open your eyes and look out the window. Are your winters the same as they were fifty years ago?  Your summers twenty years ago? Some of the most violent weather recorded has happened in the last decade.  Cause for concern?  I think so.  And so do scientists worldwide.  I think I’ll take my cue from them.  Naming a problem is the first step towards solving it and that took far too long!  Now we need to fix it.  Or at least decrease its impact.

But we run into the universal problem: we can’t get along.  We are so blinded by our petty hatreds, greed and apathy we are unable to see the real picture.  Our world is dying.  It probably won’t happen in our lifetime or our children’s children lifetime. But is that the legacy we want to leave our distant future:  we didn’t care enough?

My Own Song

 

I’m singing my own song

And I’m writing it too

Sometimes I’m brilliant

And sometimes it’s poo

 

I don’t care for noise

But the sound of a song

Country, pop or jazz

It just can’t be wrong

 

Classical notes form

A bridge for the ear

All other music

Began I think here

 

The song I am writing

Is dear to my heart

It helps me to focus

And where next to start

 

My past in a word

It simply was great

Love and adventure

Full was my slate

 

My song is not finished

I have years still to write

Experiences to live

The future is bright!

It’s A Matter of Time

I am having a little difficulty setting up my new computer so here is a post                                  from a few years ago.

Time is a concept that was invented by people to try and control their lives. We focus on the issues of time as if it controls us and in a way it does.  People live their lives under the watchful eye of the clock.  We have to be somewhere by a certain time so we worry about being late.  Time does allow us to focus and organize our lives and that is not all bad but there does come a ‘time’ when it is necessary to just turn off the clock.  Try going a day without wearing a watch or looking at the clock.  Do you find that you are trying to ‘time’ everything? Do you guess at the time?  Some people need the security of knowing just what time it is and this is not a failing.  It probably means that they are rarely late to anything.

Every now and then it is comforting to retire from convention.  Turn off the mechanical devices and listen.  Listen to the sound of your heart or the cries of the seagulls. Take a moment to relish in the absence of technology, ignore the clock and relax.  Today will never, ever come again and it would be a shame to miss it.  Is the sun bright and warm in the sky or is the rain beating a quiet patter against the window?  Is the wind gently swaying the trees as if in a gentle dance?  Do you notice these things when you are preoccupied by the passing of time?  We have the power to control time, or at least the perception of time.  Do not let the clock run your life, it is a tool only.  Enjoy the moments and let the minutes take care of themselves.