Congratulations to my friends Nancy and Ed on celebrating their 20th anniversary. Ed and Nancy met while on business in Paris. Ed had flown in on the Concord and Nancy had just walked the runway for Paris Fashion Week. They bonded over the thought of a baguette. They married while parachuting over the Grand Canyon.
Well, the true part of that is that Ed and Nancy have been married 20s and they are my friends. They ar good people. The rest of the story? I made it up. I thought it sounded intriguing.
Anyhoo … yesterday, I started my new page called A Living Spirit.
I think it bombed. I tried too hard.
As I mentioned, it will take some time for me to shake off the excess and center myself, and find my voice. Yesterday, I sounded a bit too lofty and it didn’ sound like me. I fumbled. But hey, I will try, again.
But here is a story that came from it. This is how my mind works and in telling this story, I will get closer to the point than I did, yesterday.
I had to run a couple of errands, so I decided to take Winston with me. He usually doesn’t get to go because he is not the world’s best car traveler.
I stopped at the first place and ran in and picked up two vases I bought at the auction. I could see Winston and it took me all of two minutes.
I then stopped at the carryout to get Nick his Lucky 5 and Lucky for Life tickets. Winston stayed in the car. I could see him out the window. I was about 15 feet from him.
I got in the store and realized that I had left one of the tickets I left, in the car. I bopped back out, unlocked the door and sat a second, found the ticket, and popped back out of the car. I was in the store for a minute or two.
I came out and tried to open the door. It was locked. I reached into my pocket and the key wasn’t there. I looked inside my purse, and the key wasn’t there.
My stomach knotted.
I looked inside the car and the key was on the passenger seat.
When I went into the store, I said hello to a man who was standing outside smoking a cig. He wasn’t dressed well and looked as if his morning was my night. That didn’t matter. Saying hello is the proper thing to do here, in the South. You even say hello to a street sign or potted plant.
He was still there when I realized that I had a problem.
“Lock your keys in the car?” He said.
“Yes. and my dog is inside.”
I looked inside at Winston, who was standing between the seats. He was calm. He didn’t know my pickle.
The Clover police station is behind the Circle K. The man said, “Do you want me to call the police? They can sometimes undo the lock. They don’t really do it much, anymore, but I can call.”
I said yes. Reason number one … we went down to one car after my wreck. It has worked out great so far. But my rescue man, Nick, couldn’t get here.
Two? I didn’t really want Nick to know. I knew I would hear how blah, blah, blah. Three, and the most important … The Boy was in the car and it would get hot. The car was in the shade and still cool, but, I didn’t want him to get any sense of discomfort.
A couple of minutes later, a policeman walks up. I told him what happened. His response was, “ Are you going to call a locksmith?”
My hope of instant, non costly. Rescue was dashed.
I noticed the policeman had looked at the man who had made the call for me.
At that point, I am thinking, I am screwed. This is going to cost.
Now here is where it gets to how my mind works and how it connects to the new page I am trying to get together.
What ran through my mind, besides, a hot car, lecture, and cash?
God really did’t like what I wrote, today. He thought I was trying to take over His role. He thinks I am an idiot.
And so do the readers. I should stick to making up stores about anniversaries.
The policeman stood there. The man with the cig and the phone, and the scruffy look, said, “I can call the guy down the street at the mechanic shop if you want me to.”
“Yes. Please. Thank you.” (My Cincinnati manners.)
The policeman wandered off.
Within a couple of minutes, a man in a red car arrived.
“There he is,” my new BFF said.
I explained what happened and he got his long, hot pink gizmo out and a thing that looked like a blood pressure cuff.
His first few attempts on the driver’s side, didn’t work. I suggested he try the passenger side. He did.
At first, it didn’t work, but then … that sound we all love … the siren that says, “your car is being stolen and you need to call the police.”
I said, “How do I get this off?”
The man reached in the car and got the key and put it in the engine and Bingo, silence.
After thanking the man, I said, “HOw much do I owe you?”
I gave the man five thank yous and told him how he saved me and that I would bring him cookies.
And my next thought?
Maybe God didn’t mind what I said, He will give me a do over. He may think I am an idiot, but He still loves me.
What I said in yesterday’s page post on my new page, is that talking to God isn’t all there is to the mystery of faith. We have to listen, and sometimes, God send messages through birds, plants … and people.
Amazing Grace came to me in the form of two humans … men, who showed a stranger, kindness.
And I didn’t make up that story.
PS. I made the best lasagna I have ever made, yesterday. This photo shows it cold. Man, it was good.
PSS There is a new post on A Living Spirit. Let me know what you think.
Yesterday, all I can say is that I tried. But I let you down. I let readers down and myself.
No, God, I am not being overwrought or anything like that. It is just that I wanted to be in your service, do something good, and I think I came across as a bit of an idiot, trying too hard and was too windy. I think I talked more than I listened to you. I will blame it on nerves and trying to talk in a way that isn’t me.
Please forgive me. I know you forgive idiots. I am living proof. Not that I am a total idiot, but I certainly can be one.
You know me … I can be a tad judgmental. I can also be snarky. Oh, I should also add, I can be gluttonous.
Why is it that as much as I try and talk a good game of having a Living Spirit, I fall flat on my posterior and do things and say things that would be better left unsaid?
Why do I get impatient over little things … things that should matter? It comes through in my voice. I know it does. I I think it can hurt people.
Yep, I am giving you a laundry list, today. My humanness can really get in the way of Godliness. You know that I walk around with a warped halo, and sometimes, a broken spirit.
Why is there such a conflict in me about whether man is good or bad, or that on certain days, I don’t even like people?
That really doesn’t represent a Living Spirit well, does it?
I am sorry. And I ask for your forgiveness.
But since I just gave you the list of my shortcomings, just so you don’t think I am ungrateful for this life, let me tell you that I saw you a few moments ago in a bluebird. Yes, a bluebird.It came to my feeder. It is only the second time in my life that I have seen one. It was brilliant blue and beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you for helping me find places of solace and song. The song of the birds and used created by those funny humans, and by the sound of the heartstrings of love.
Thank you for my family, though I get worked up about silly things and don’t always understand them. Thank you for my friends and my readers and anyone who is feeling lonely or less than.
Most of my friends are suffering, or are uncertain about their lives, the future, and the present. They are experiencing great loss. Some are in the throes of physical pain and emotional distress. In other words, certain parts of life are hard. Simply hard.
If you could send them a bluebird or a two men to help them find their keys, or have someone give them a good pot pie, I would appreciate it.
Oh, if you could help me have a bit more common sense with my eating habits, that would be super.
With love and thanksgiving and hope …