Happy, Happy.

Bumping along the winding road, Shawna cursed under her breath. Why did all of these places that requested her services have to be so far out! Why for once could she not go to an easy, simple, suburban neighborhood? Drat her boss for sending her down this bumpy road to what!

. . . . . .

The place sat between a forest and the ocean. Almost a secluded island if not for the narrow lane that lead off the property to town. Shear paradise. Solitude among nature.

Holden still could not believe his luck in finding this treasure. Yes, the house was a bit rustic when he bought it years ago, but now, after pouring over every inch of the place, it looked brand new. Simplistic and perfect. Secluded from the world, yet still close enough he could get take out from the local town.

He was content here. Comfortable. Which is precisely why the next events needed to happen.

. . . . . .

A red car came to a stop next to Holden’s truck causing him to look up from the chair he was sanding. A small, fiery, redhead poured out of the car in a billow of colorful skirts. Cocking his head to the side Holden tried to figure out just what he was witnessing. She turned and reached back inside the car. Pulling out a huge bundle of black balloons with two bright pink ones in the shape of a six and a zero.

. . . . .

Shawna paused briefly after pulling the balloons out. Long enough to remember her lines. She then marched forward to the figure standing on the porch of this gorgeous house. She did not expect this type of house after the bumpy lane. The sound of the surf could be heard as she drew near.

Clearing her throat, she asked for Holden Markus. The man in front of her said he was Holden. Momentarily confused, Shawna felt as if there was a mix up, but she went ahead with her delivery. Singing happy birthday while handing him the balloons.

Laughing heartily, Holden took the balloons. Shaking his head and wiping at his eyes, he said thank you. Noticing the woman’s slight confusion, Holden felt he should explain.

“Mark, my friend, is always pulling pranks like this. In fact, it’s not even my birthday. Not by a long shot!” He laughed.

Shawna spoke , “Let me guess. Your not sixty, either.”

“Not even close.”

She let out a short laugh and turned to go back to her car.

. . . . . .

Holden was still grinning as the red car disappeared into the trees. Leave it to Mark to send a balloon gram randomly.

The Day the World Hit Me

Smack! Right in the middle of the forehead. The world hit me.

Proceeding to fall to my lap. I opened my eyes to find the squishy globe. They call them stress balls because we are so stressed these days we need a ball to relax. I still cannot see how a squishy ball can relieve stress, but then again maybe since the kids delight in tossing it around the yard, it very well is doing it’s job of relieving stress. Yet it is called a stress ball? Not a stress relieving ball.

“Mom!” They chorus. “Throw it back!”

I look up from the ball. Raise my hand and toss them the world. Hoping with everything that they catch it. Hoping with everything the world does not hit them square in the face. Knowing that this is not the first time the kids hit me with the world and opened my eyes. Kids have a way of doing that. Catching ones attention in the most direct and random way.

The youngest caught the ball, and the game of catch continued. Brothers tossing the world around. Laughing in delight whether one caught it or not.

Learning to Let Go

She stood in front of me. Hands clenched in tight fists at her side. Tears streaming down her face. Murmuring her pain. Frustration, pain, sadness, flowed out of her.

I knelt down to her level. Placing my hands on her fists. “It will be okay.” I quietly spoke to her. Explaining the best I could how if we let the tiny bird go it would be best for him.

” But…h.h.heee..just ssssttttarteddd to fly. “

“I know love. His flying is why we need to let him go. He will not thrive cooped up in a cage for the rest of his life. He needs to be free. “

She wiped at her face a little. Taking in giant, ragged breaths. She blinked a few times. Looking at the cage were the goldfinch sat patiently waiting for his release. Her blond hair blowing and sticking to her wet face was pushed away as her body came back to calm.

“You’re right. He needs to move on. We need to let him go. I am going to miss him.”

” as will I. “

She moved slowly toward the cage. Opened the door. Quietly, saying goodbye as she stepped away from the cage.

He eagerly leapt forward and took flight. Pausing briefly on a branch to look back at the girl. A quiet chirp, and off he flew. Free again to fly.

Revived

She sat. Looking out across the lawn. In all actuality, she was not looking at anything. Blindly staring out across the lawn was more accurate. Meditating? Perhaps. Numb, might be more descriptive.

She could not believe what happened. Seconds before she left to go home. The whole world tipped upside down. Okay, maybe that was a stretch to say. Perhaps, a bit dramatic. Yet her world did change. In an instant. Bam. Changed.

She knew it was coming. All the signs were there, but she had no clue it would be today. Today. Today!

She pushed her hands through her hair in an effort to wrap her mind around the whole thing. She tried to focus her gaze on something real, it, the numbness, kept creeping in. Why would she be numb? It was perplexing.

This was the very thing she had been working towards.

Her dream had been realized!

Why was she numb? Yes, at first she was ecstatic! She even hugged Marty, who, perplexed and squirming, stammered out a “Congratulations.” Blushing profusely.

She might have to apologize to Marty for invading his space when she saw him tomorrow at the humane society. After all, he was only there by happenstance, when the call came through that she got the house.

THE house…

The one that whispered to her in her dreams. Yes, it was a material object, and in the grand scheme of things, it should not matter. Yet matter, it did. She loved the house! Something about it soothed her.

She breathed deeply. Expelling the numbness, and realizing that she did deserve this wondrous new beginning.

With a huge sigh of relief, accepting her fate would be entwined with this house, she stood up, walking into her home, intent to finish packing.

She was moving on!

Ruby’s Story – The Storm

She stood at the oak tree overlooking town. A storm was rolling in. Flashes of lighting could be seen in the distance. She watched the storm for  a few minutes. Marveling at the sun hitting her back, and the slowly approaching storm. It always fascinated her when the weather was split so noticeably.

She knew, by how slow the storm was approaching, she had a few more minutes to watch before she headed into town for shelter. She had work in ten minutes, and would have to get moving regardless of the storm.

She was thankful she had a few more minutes to observe the split wonder of nature. The sun still lingered behind her. The storm slowly, but determinedly, moving toward her. She hoped it was the type of storm that moved out the same way because there was something metaphoric about a storm moving out slowly with the sun lighting the sky behind it. Slowly, burning the storm away.

Slightly smiling, she walked to work. Knowing it would be a slow day. Most people would stay in because of the storm.

Crow

Perched on the deck railing. Looking all around. He caws once. Enough to get my attention. My attention captured. He starts his dance. Bouncing up and down on the railing, head bobbing. I can almost hear the music he must be listening to. His feet catch the rhythm; send him jumping all around. Now his head is bobbing, feet are jumping, tail feathers are twitching, and he starts singing. Caws of music. Rhythm all his own. He is joy. He is light. He is music.

Captured, But Not Captive

Hawk perched on the wooden dowel. Waiting for his meal. His wing grew stronger with the passing of each day. He knew it would not be long before he was soaring high in the heavens. How he longed to be free.

The women who found him and fixed him; talked to him daily. Letting him know he would not be a prisoner there. He would be strong enough one day to soar again.

He tried to patiently wait for the day of his release. While knowing he would miss some of his healing days, as the women who tended him, gave him hope. Her kind eyes always met his piercing gaze as she handed him his meal.

He planned to watch over her when he was free. Keeping the mice and rabbits out of her yard.