“I HAVE A VOICE” was the first thing that made me laugh today.
It is proclaimed from my daughter’s teenage wall. Song hung it up on her return from a rally where she also collected laryngitis. Irony often makes me smile.
Another one: I found myself feeling sorry for firegal’s orphaned plants she left bundled in plastic bags in the upstairs bathroom. I was unwrapping them and putting them here and there in patches of spring sunshine. After all, orphaned plants in the springtime, seems another irony. But it doesn’t make me smile.
Nor do hoofprints in the parsley I did not plant for the deer. They are already out in the garden looking for salad!
Or crows pestering an owl just beyond our property line. I listened and watched with sympathy for the owl hoping it would win. My grandfather always admonished me to remember it is an honor to hear owls and to have them on your land or near it. This spring our neighborhood owls moved several hundred yards to the north of our place so we can hear them and see them more easily now. I have been thinking of my grandfather and smiling inwardly. I know some of why he felt honored by owls now and I think of him walking silently, speaking quietly and pointedly to a little towhead that used to be me. The memory is a meal at times.
A snack is the words of my Dad floating back to me, “There but by the grace of God go I.” I’m so glad I heard them. They balance me.
My youngest Song came singing to my bedroom door this morning as I was sympathizing with the orphan plants. I smiled and remarked that I named her rightly. She asked me question after question followed by questions. I laughingly concluded with,” You know I should start a service,’ Ask Mom’. Maybe I’d make a bundle.
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