Archive for March, 2012

The deep and hollowed voice of…

March 6, 2012

 

3/6/12

Aside from familial heartbreaks, I had a very interesting weekend. Julie and her son Connor came for a visit and together we walked down Julie’s memory lane through numerous photos and one very special recording of Julie’s 6th Birthday…the Birthday just before her father was murdered.

 

For over 30 minutes we listened to the chatter of meddling adults, the squeals of laughter coming from a gaggle of small children, the careful orchestration of events as moderated by her brother, the clatter of toys…and then in the background for no more than a handful of words…a voice.

 

The deep and hollowed voice of Charley.

Mustang packed and loaded down…

March 5, 2012

3/5/12

So much is happening these last few days and not all of it wonderful. The book is coming along wonderfully. I won tickets to see John Edward the Psychic/Medium this weekend and am going to watch my oldest child perform on stage as well. In between all that… heartache looms. After two years, a promising relationship for one of my children has fallen apart and my heart breaks for her as she weathers this storm. Broken in spirit she gathers her things, divvies up the groceries left in a kitchen cabinet and tries to convince the dogs that it’s not what she wants, but it can’t be helped. The puppy does not understand why it cannot stay in its home or with its playmate … neither can she and all the while, tears fall from her eyes while she tries to convince them both its better this way.

Mustang packed and loaded down, we run form old home to new, knowing another week will pass before it is all removed. Today as I looked into the eyes of a confused German Shepard puppy, I really understood what it means to break up a family… even a fledgling one. People can be so unkind; quick to love and even quicker to leave when the going gets tough. I do not understand. Why are we all so chicken__________ when it comes to love?

Charley never disappoints…

March 2, 2012

3/2/2012

Yesterday I saw a feather…

This morning as I was driving, I was suddenly reminded of a scene from the movie, The Field Of Dreams about how (Moonlight Graham) Doc’s wife Alicia always wore blue and folks in town always put blue hats in the windows, because they knew if Doc walked by and saw them… he would buy one of them.  In the scene, the writer character, Terrance Mann sat quietly taking notes and listening as the man beside him coddled a beer and then continued…

“…They said when they cleaned out his office after he died; they found shoe boxes full of blue hats he never got around to give her. I bet you didn’t know that, did you?” the man on the bar stool queried.

“No.” said Terrance Mann as he finished his memo and then closed his notebook, smiling. “I didn’t.”

I thought about that for a moment as fence post after fence post invaded my peripheral vision, wondering why Charley would have wanted me to think about that.   I parsed the epiphany for about five seconds before it hit me…hats! Where else had I heard about someone similar to Doc Graham who had an affinity for hats?

Go back into your notebooks T.A., Charley whispered… way back! Think!! And I did…

Gotcha!

Thanks for the feather, my dear friend. You never disappoint!

Today I saw a…

March 1, 2012

3/1/2012

Today I saw a feather…

We all know what that means!


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