Photography and Writing by Sherrie Robins
(with the exception of the first photo)
My feet hit the ground running today. You might say it started out on a springboard. I’m really not that kind of person. Ask anyone who knows me. But we were out of half and half. My son was supposed to remember to pick it up at the store he works in, but he didn’t. AND if there is anything I can’t stand it’s black coffee…or even coffee with no creamer. A great motivator to get out the door to buy some groceries in the morning…before coffee…before breakfast…before a shower…or even makeup!
*Bunny trail: No makeup. Allergies. Puffy face. Hope I don’t meet anyone I know!
But as I was about to grab my purse, an old friend messaged me in Facebook: “Do you have a moment? I’m having a bad day, can you say a prayer?” So a coffee-less, makeup-less prayer was sent out into cyber-space, through private messages.
I look around at my messy kitchen, wondering how to put the groceries away in this disarray of a day.
Arriving at the store, in my own blurry world, I became aware of a shopping ‘companion’. We encounter several near misses, this stranger and I, and I thought to myself that she seemed to be a bit dour. But I made a conscious choice not to pre-judge her. As we were leaving, I commented about something or other to her, and next thing we knew we were engrossed in a conversation. I am so glad I’d given her the benefit of the doubt. Glad not to have missed this opportunity to learn alessoninperspective.
She shared her story with me; that of a bad accident, a severed foot and ankle, predictions of gloom and the loss of a leg, Of her beating the odds to walk again, now nineteen years later still proving her point. I was awed and fascinated by this elderly survivor/warrior woman behind the shopping cart.
Arriving back home, anxious for that caffeine intake, the phone rang; a cousin who just needed to chat. Ah well, the coffee could wait. It’s probably best to sip on that lemon water, for these allergies, anyway…and then it rang again, while I was on; a favorite friend. So went the day. A bit of work here, an unexpected interruption there.
It came to mind how this has been a time of quick adjustments and flexibility for me. A former neighbor and wonderful friend who’d moved to Florida popped in to see me on the weekend. What a glorious surprise! Our son and another nephew have concocted business plans which include our home and grocery list. My precious daughter is getting married this summer, and a favorite nephew two weeks earlier. Lately I seem to have to be prepared and ready at a moment’s notice.
Googling the word ‘gymnastics’ the definition read: “exercises developing or displaying physical agility and coordination.” Can that apply to one’s everyday life as well?
Later, I reopened Facebook to see my old friend had written me back to thank me. She asked what my favorite flower was. You see, she’s planting a ‘garden of friends‘. A favorite flower from each so that when she walks in it, she can remember us, and send up a prayer, by name. “Do you have a favorite, Sherrie?”
So while I’m thinking of which flower to choose, and what to make for supper, I’m also thinking of what a glorious day I’ve been having. How grateful I am for Doctors with their miraculous hands. For cousins who live a million miles away, but can call on a whim and a whistle. For lemon water to assuage allergic reactions. For friends who have prayer gardens and want to plant my favorite flower in it. For friends who call or write, want to talk and need me. For an active family that I’m a part of.
There are other days that are quiet and boring and times I don’t feel so very vital. I need to be able to be flexibly adjustable and prepared for those as well. There are also days when I’ll have to say no to ‘interruptions’. But perhaps today’s interruptions were the point of the day, after all.
Now, you’ll have to excuse me. The phone just rang. Someone is having a terrible day at work and I haven’t made dinner yet… another arabesque is all in a day…