While wandering through Grandma’s garden I was wondering if he loves me.
I saw the perfect daisy and I picked it and began to pluck its petals.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.
Just a few more petals and I will have my answer.
He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me no…
well, obviously this was not the perfect daisy!
Mama didn’t hear anything but she knew what was coming.
Even if the sky didn’t get dark and the wind didn’t pick up she would know. She knew it was coming because the house was unusually quiet and looked empty of life. The kids were in their hidey-holes; Smudge behind the sofa, Brewster under the bed, and Holy Terrier on the bed and under the quilt. Better than any weatherman’s predictions they always know when thunder is about to roar.
Today, I think I have known a few “kids” who have been good weatherman.
While out for my morning constitutional I stopped by a new house on the street to welcome my new neighbor. She was kind of shy at first but I am a friendly guy and before long we were having fun getting to know each other, nothing serious, just playing. But how news travels through the neighborhood; the way everyone was acting you would think we were behaving like wild animals. Her Mom was yelling and screaming at us and my dad was dragging me home telling me what a bad boy I was. But really you would have gone a little crazy and fallen in love, too, if you saw her beautiful blonde hair, big brown eyes, her cute little nose, and a big sassy tail all fluffy and swishy and wagging all over the place.
Walking alone in the quiet of early morning she found herself in prayerful contemplation of the beauty around her. She wondered at the myriad of shapes and colors and sounds and scents, so majestic and complex in construction yet so unassuming and simple in composition, with every thing in its place with its purpose. As she walked it came to her that like the natural world surrounding her she has a place and purpose. This epiphany was soaking into the very fabric of her being. She felt strength and resilience, courage and confidence being woven into the tapestry of her life and knew that everything was going to work out; she was going to be fine.
Let no sense be deprived of the joy of the affair.
First, feast the eyes on the beauty of the delight before you;
then close the eyes, and breathe in the rich fragrance exploring the complex essence.
Next, feel the yielding to a fine warm softness. Hear the sighs of pleasure escaping
from deep within as the experience envelopes all the senses;
giving in, at last, to the rapture of the enchanting soul-stirring taste.
She was just window shopping when she noticed the thrift store and felt drawn to it; it was calling to her and she had no choice but to open the door and enter the strange little place. When she stepped into the dim and dusty shop she saw it was crowded with everything and anything old; even the man sitting in a rocking chair was very old and pointing to a table in the corner telling her, “What you are looking for is over there”. Amused, after all she wasn’t looking for anything, she went to the table and saw only one dirty and very old thing on it and strangely, it was exactly what she was looking for and she had to have it no matter the cost
At home she started cleaning and polishing, rubbing away years of dirt and grime, laughing at the thought that she paid a dollar twenty-five for this treasure that was now a softly shining deep gold and oh, so beautiful. When it began to glow and shimmer and a shadowy figure came drifting out from the spout she smiled knowing that her three wishes would be granted and life would be an infinite world of wonders.