Monthly Archives: April 2013

Constant Movement

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     “Susie this is a lovely coffee table.” She raises her head to nod at the busy host.
     “Thank you, it’s an antique.” Susie smiles at her from the kitchen, while she chops off the last bites of food, cleans the countertops, washes the dishes and points to the trash bag.
Her husband sweeping, rushes to the full trash bag, ties it and takes it out and returns to his sweeping of the kitchen floor.
     “You see? Susie’s husband is always helping her.” She taps at her own husband’s shoulder who watches intently the busy sweeper.
     “She is also a great organizer. Her house is always clean. She’s very attentive to detail, a giver to the poor. You’d never find any junk among her things, not like our house.”
Her husband nods and sits back on the sofa.
     “She has this philosophy, we should adopt, ‘if it doesn’t move and it’s not in use, then chuck it.’ She donates a lot of their things that way. What do you think? Maybe that will work with us.”
He smiles at her and waves at the sweeper now done. Susie’s husband puts the chairs in place, returns the broom and cleaning sprays back to their well-organized cleaning closet.
     “Look at him, John. He’s a big helper. He’s always moving things around for her, cleaning and rushing to her needs. He never stops moving. Why can’t you be that active?” She puckers her lips having proved her point.
     “Dear, if I feared you’d chuck me and donate me for not moving, I’d be in constant movement too.”
They laughed and continued to watch the hosts at work.
Author’s Note: I owe my humor to my father who does keep in constant movement so he doesn’t go out with the trash as he says. He reminds me to enjoy life. Where can you find the humor in the stresses of your life?

The multi-talented tree

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Orange Tree

In the midst of the orange grove grew an orange tree. Its seed and ground spoke about the beauty of oranges and its farmer was known to grow a beautiful harvest. The farmer cared for every tree in the usual method but this one young tree did not look like the others. It tried to grow and assimilate, yet it dreamed of fields outside its own. One afternoon, the farmer saw its sad disposition asked,

 

“Why are you so down? Don’t you like being an orange tree?”

“I’m bound by my roots to only produce a single fruit.” The tree responded.

“You can grow any fruit you’d like if it makes you happy.”

The tree perked up and suggested several fruits to add to his own harvest. The farmer listened to every idea and worked with the tree to produce whatever it could. The orange trees surrounding it continued to remind him of his roots but the young tree believed and loved so many other fruits he kept dreaming. Every month the farmer cared for the tree as it was a different kind of tree, it gave it more sun, more water, more heat, it tied a few branches and followed tips for growing other crops. Harvest season approached and the orange grove looked more fruitful than the year before, except for a single tree. In the midst of the grove, there was a tree with oranges, avocados, limes, apples, pears and even bananas. His best were the oranges but the others were showing great promise. Year after year the tree improved each fruit and soon the other trees began to dream of other fruit they too could grow.

Author’s note: Are you bound by your roots or by producing a single fruit? What talents/dreams have gone unexplored? Could you be more than one person excelling at one thing? Or would too many interests lead to mediocre results?

Caged

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Woman Confined Behind a Chain-Link Fence

So it begins, she thinks this morning she’ll sleep in and rest. The baby cries and calls her, she passes the ball. For weeks she desires to relaxation from her stressful life. Afterall, passing the ball is key to success in a team. Her teammate mumbles through the sheets, he’s sick. Tired from the day before she drags herself and smiles to the happy toddler who stretches his arms toward her. The day continues and subtle obstacles rise to the surface. She dodges the negativity and anger fits but her patience drips away. She chases the curious toddler around more obstacles. The first challenge of the day traps her behind closed doors. Alone battling the things that continue to pile, her strength weakens. She finds herself caged, her anger grows. She walks in circles. She comes up with quick games, which bore the little one. She walks outside and back inside. She thinks of a drive to somewhere, anywhere, but the car seat is not in the available car. She has no where she could go. Outside her window a beautiful day beckons her, if only there was a nearby park. Even nap time has no relief, as the baby boy refuses to sleep. Whether hunger, frustration or exhaustion, she giggles in her thoughts. She fantasizes on jumping on top of the weak husband while her child holds on to her leg. Ashamed at her thoughts she makes a call. She needs someone to bring about the right perspective, to help her calm her inward growls. She calls her mom.

Author’s note: Sometimes we just need to be children again and get help. Are you willing to be the kid and be guided in wisdom?