Monday, September 29, 2008
This angelic looking thing is my daughter, Rachel. I adore her with every fibre of my being. I think she is shaping up into a remarkable young woman. Rachel is a college student, and recently got a job working as a personal care assistant in a retirement home. Interestingly enough, I had a similar job when I was her age.
She has just completed her first 4 days of bathing, feeding and cleaning up after elderly people. She called to tell me all about her work. I remember this work is hard, and sometimes sad, and often rather icky. She didn't complain a bit about any of that. She did, however, have me wishing for some Depends undergarments when she said, "Mummy, I love you way to much to ever put you in a place like this." These are the sort of words that warm a mothers heart! But then she finished her thought... "I'll SHOOT you first!"
That's my girl.
On a crisp evening last week I grabbed a log to toss on the fire. Luckily I noticed that this log was festooned with the crysalis of a Monarch butterfly. I set it on the deck railing and watched all week. Saturday morning the green color of the chrysalis had faded to clear, and the pattern of butterfly wings was clearly visible. When I got home Saturday night this beauty was sitting inches above the now empty sack. This particular log warmed me in many ways, bearing the gift of this butterfly!
It rained all night, and the butterfly stayed right there. Mid afternoon on Sunday the weather cleared briefly, and the butterfly took off, a flitting orange shard over the autumn meadow. It amazes me to know that this delicate creature will now navigate thousands of miles from Maine to Mexico. It makes any challenges in my life seem rather insignificant!
With that story I welcome you to my blog. When I was learning vocabulary, the word "blog," did not exist. Yet here it is, and I have one. My goal is to share fragments of my life, play with words and pictures, and tell a tale or two. I hope it warms you.