Delight

Here is the latest prompt from our Facebook writing group, Write, Eat, Post, Bathe. I am delighted about how the group came together and about the reconnecting we have done around our blog writing.

Optional prompt of the week: Take note of the things that annoy you this week. See if there is a pattern. Time, place, person, situation. Don't write about the annoyances. Just note them for your own record and ponder. After a few days of that, pick something that delights you and write about that. Poem, a few pithy sentences, short story, essay, flash fiction, shopping list, any genre. Let's see if we can take note of the bad but write the good. (This prompt is something I especially need.)

Delight

Oh, delight. Wherefore art thou, delight?

I am that first cup of coffee, helping you to greet the morning. I am that feeling you feel when you walk out the door of your building at work and you see the quad with its winding brick path and all those centuries old live oak trees. I am the one who is with you when you go out with your camera (weren’t you going to give your camera a name?) to capture your images of the world around you. I am the smile you smile when you are sketching a face and you get the lips just right, or the eyes both looking in the same direction, or the nose shaded well. Whatever, I am the concentration you bring to the drawing. I am that feeling you get in church when are enveloped in music so loud you can’t hear yourself sing (which, frankly, is just as well) and your heart is so still and quiet and you realize God is there with you in all the raucous and joyful noise. I am the golden heart-shaped leaves of your redbud tree, harbinger of fall. I am the green heart-shaped leaves of your redbud tree, reminding you, again, that spring and warmer, brighter days will soon come. I am the light-hearted loving moments in your family- don’t lose sight of me in their eyes, find me there. I am that small glass of wine at the end of the day, saying “goodnight moon.”

I am yours, my love, if only you will look and see.

OMG - A Snippet From One of My Recent Days

I work in the Psychology Department of our local university as an administrative assistant. This all actually happened one day last week and I was emailing a friend a "blow by blow" description of the event as it was unfolding. The counselor was in with another client so it was just me and this woman in the office. Here is the note. There are no names named in order to protect the innocent. In fact, this might not have happened. I might  have dreamed it, or I might have made the whole story up.

Here is how it went:

There is a woman in our office right now, a client waiting her turn for gambling counseling.

She has:

Helped herself to the office phone to call her pastor to pray for her.

Taken over my phone book to find a home health service place she is looking for to apply for a job.

Called two home health service places to talk about coming in to apply.

Asked me to get online with the LA Employment Service (I did manage to point her to the student computer, which she is now using like it is hers and she is in her own personal office--oh, she says, "I should have asked if you were busy.")

Asked me to print TWO copies of her resume. (After I told her I had to put a code in for her to print, and she says, "to stop students from printing stuff?" Umm, yeah, you got it lady. I am not supposed to let people print stuff here. )

And I can't tell her no!!!

And now she says "Uh-oh, I got a problem. I changed one of my references and I need to reprint."

I went over and put the code in and she says "I bet you saying I know this woman got a problem. I bet you wish I'd leave you alone."

Me? I said "Oh no, ma'am, problems happen to all of us sometimes."

Didn't have the heart to tell her I was recording the event for posterity as it happened.

I think I need to grow me some balls.

But I was being all empathic.

And she did tell the counselor how helpful I'd been.

And the counselor also confirmed that I was helpful.

I still think I need to grow me some balls.

Wordless Wednesday 07/27/11

Feet

I went looking for a drawing I thought I had of feet and realized the drawing I was thinking of was actually a drawing of shoes. In the meantime, I came across this oldie but goodie and decided to stick it up here. I wrote the little saying and I have to say that I just love the sentiment. The feet are horribly cut and pasted onto the black background and I have often thought of trying to get a better foot picture and putting the saying on the better photo. I just have not gotten around to it.

Other foot memories:

When my brother was in the hospital for the last time, toward the end, he was very quiet. And every time I'd leave, I'd give a little tug on the big toe of his right foot and then I'd tell him bye. One night, his wife laughed and said "you know he hates when you do that."  I never thought he did and I kept on doing it. I am not a good hand holder and sometimes that was the only way I had to tell him I loved him and cared for him and dad-gum it, I really didn't want him to go.

When I was younger, the three of us, me, my younger sister and my younger brother would visit our uncle on my father's side. He had a dairy farm and sometimes we would ride on the tailgate of the truck while they herded the cows up the road. The road was red dirt and we were always going incredibly slow behind the cows and the dust just looked so pretty swirling up in clouds behind us. So pretty that I got this brilliant idea to stretch my feet down and drag them through the red dirt leaving little stretched out foot tracks in the road. It was a hot summer day and the dirt was so warm on my feet. I was having a really good time until I noticed the dirt had taken on a different feel, especially in between my toes. Well. I looked down and to my absolute horror, I realized that I was dragging my feet through pretty red dirt AND yucky wet cow pie! Needless to say, I scooted back up on the tailgate and did not drag my feet anymore.

That's about all I have to say about feet.

(Oh, yeah, this is a response to a fun writing prompt from my writing/blogging tribe/group. I didn't just all of a sudden take a hankering to write about feet! And I did not really do the subject justice, but there is no pressure to perform in this group, which is a good thing!)

Wordless Wednesday 07/20/11

You Are Not Alone

I still remember how comforting it felt when the old guy at the teen rehab center bent down to look me in the eye and tell me "you are not alone" and then bent down and reminded my surly son as well. He was busy doing what he had to do, guiding my son and his suitcase to the back so my son could change clothes and he could check the suitcase for contraband. We'd never been through that before, my son and I, and it meant the world to me that the old man stopped and made eye contact with each us to tell us we were not alone. I was scared to death at what I was doing.


And that is today's lesson in this Ordinary Courage course I am taking: You are not alone.


It never hurts to be reminded.

"To Use Our Own Voice. To See Our Own Light."

I am struggling a bit with allowing myself to live with my own interpretations.

I am taking an online class right now that will likely drag up a bunch of stuff for me to deal with. Hopefully, once I am done, I will be better able to deal with the stuff and to live the life I am intended to live.

Some of you who read this blog fairly regularly may be interested in this woman's work, if not for yourself, then maybe for people you know. Her name is Brene` Brown and her website can be found here. I read hurried through her book The Gifts of Imperfection. It was excellent but I need to go back through it and go a little slower this time around. She also did a TED talk which you can find on YouTube if you'd like to listen.

That's about all I have to say about that at the moment. Perhaps there will be more later.