Post by Bobute on Oct 11, 2005 22:49:02 GMT -5
This is a true experience we shared as a family. Enjoy.
Once upon a time, living in Las Vegas, NV, a small white house
stole my heart. It beckoned in a strange way, with its white picket
fence and porthole window.
Different, unusual, alone in the dry desert. Much like mE. We were
in the military, house hunting. Needing a place to call home. Maybe
it found mE, or we found it. Either way I could not wait to move in.
Once inside I realized I could be near the water. Possibly home,
near my Lady Atlantic, as I call her. She was made to be by the
restless sea. I could feel it. Upon inquirey, I found out she came
from the west coast. Near another restless sea.
Dry sea grasses still grew from under her wooden boards. Her
addition to make her larger was out of place. The heart of the sea
was not in the person who designed the added, open, unsightly room.
I sectioned it off with sea grass blinds, making her more as she
was suppose to be. We settled in easily. The bay window looked out
onto the dryness of sage brush and sand. An occasional Roadrunner
ventured our way in search of dinner no doubt.
As time went on I felt a strange presence when I was alone. I
found things moved from one place to another. Our young daughter said
toys in her room were never as she left them. Once her radio station
changed for no reason.
We had a visitor, or were we the visitors, possible intruders?
Christmas came. My son and daughter-in-law visited. They felt a
presence also. My daughter-in-law agreed our friend felt like a child.
We decorated a fresh cut tree, only to find the ornaments moved or
on the floor. Across the room sometimes. Cold, bitter winter turned
to spring with the promise of extremely hot days ahead.
Making a garden is not easy, but I decided the challenge was
something to keep mE more happy than I was. I invited my invisable,
mischevious friend to join mE.
I promised we would have fun. The rose bush, someone else planted,
would be watered lovingly. As I prepaired the ground I talked to
her. "What seeds will we plant? Help mE choose, I will know the ones
you like."
We planted, watered, and watched our garden grow. No more
feelings of being in the way between us. Yes, I feel she was a child
who had lost her way. Maybe much like mE.
She lingers in my memory in the spring when all is fresh and new.
She shares each Christmas with an occasional misplaced ornament. My
little friend lives in my heart. I hope she has finally found her
home, maybe with mE.
Bobute Marinochka
grandmother from the sea
mE