The Untold Marble Mystery

Who is he?

I found a marble in my garden today.  It had been buried in the soil so long, the elements had carved pore-like craters across the surface.

As I rolled it around my palm I imagined a little boy dumping out his bag of marbles onto the dirt, spending an afternoon inventing games to entertain himself.  Did he spend all day looking for his lost marble or did he even notice that it was gone?  I remember counting up my collection of jacks and pick-up sticks, so I think he counted his too but by then, it had buried itself somewhere out of range.

By now the lost marble has been forgotten and that little boy has grown up and carried on with life.  Who is he?  What is he doing now?  The mystery of that untold story will never unfold.  I think I’ll store it under the flowers, and pass it along to the next young marble collector I meet.

 

marble in the garden

Going Out

sounded like gunshot

On my way to a drum group when my  frozen drink exploded all over the kitchen walls, even my clock!  Mostly worried I terrified my neighbors because it sounded like gunshot.  Then one delay after another including spilling out my compost receptacle across the kitchen floor.  Nearly an hour later  I’m out the door again. “Bye kids.”

No car keys.  Back to the house looking and re-looking in all those crazy places. It took me 45 minutes to find them in my drum case.

I got to the park in time to help my friends pack up their instruments to go home.  Its obviously been a long time since I’ve been out.   Will try again.

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Intense if Care

IMG_20200113_122549_6My failure to return calls and texts has not been with ill intent,  as 45 minutes before the turn of the new decade, I joined the club of grief and regret by drowning my beloved HTC in the toilet.
Our faithful companionship of 7 years has come to an end.  I remain forever grateful for devoting all of her power to many rewarding hours of conversation.
Attempts to revive, have so far been unsuccessful. She rests comfortably on a bed of rice in her dehydration chamber, surrounded by her only devoted friend and caretaker, who is sad to report, as of yet, there has been no life signs.
Sadly, it appears a sim-card transplant is the only option. A suitable donor, has been researched and a Galaxy A50 has been found to be acceptable candidate.
Talk to you soon.

Bringing Back the Past

It’s the closest thing to a time machine.

Drumming and telling my favorite stories of Anasazi Valley at the Seasons Healthcare and Rehab Center. I said to them: “Come on into the little house, drum with me and I’ll sing you some songs, tell you about my friends, my embarrassing times and how they taught me to take down the walls that isolated me from the joy of living.”
Bringing back the good ole’ days through storytelling.  It’s the closest thing to a time machine.
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She Knows

to give the gift of saying thank you

We lost our Aunt Kay this month.

She reached out to me at age 13, when my mother died and gave me quality time. We would often talk about what it takes to be in charge of your own life. When I got sick, Aunt Kay spent several summers giving my daughter Brittany, what I could not and I am sure they had many similar conversations.

During a recent trip back home, we all spent an afternoon together and  I was able to explain to her how her gift of time and love had become a part of who I am. Even though I am saddened and will dearly miss her, I am not agonized by the pain of unsaid words. My heart is peaceful knowing that she knows.

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CHILD BULLIES: ITS NOT ABOUT YOU

Together you will lessen the cruelties of this harsh world

To an angry, tearful mother whose autistic child was bullied:

Rise up. Tuck your pain in your heart to be soothed later by those that love you.  This is your change the world moment.

Native American tradition reminds us to see misbehavior as a sign of someone who needs to be taught. Muster that mother-bear courage and become the teacher you already are. As you craft your words in anticipation, you will develop the skill to tactfully and boldly educate.

As you get better at this, you will look forward to these encounters. Your child is your platform to soften hearts and together you will lessen the cruelties of this harsh world.

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