Reacquainted

As you can tell from the series of blogs that I have written, it's been a while since I have done this. Writing latley just hasn't been a part of my life like it once was. So I thought I would give it a try. Hopefully evoke some old feelings and yearnings. Open my heart and hear what I have to say, if anything at all. Writing is a past tense for me that I truly miss. I hope to regain a sense of befriending words again. I like them. I know them. I miss them.



Here is what happened. I used to know this woman who was lovely, finesse, spunky and sparkle. She had such a radiant personality and so much to offer the world. She had the biggest smile and innovatory spirit to match. She was life itself. I use the past tense to refer to her. No she didn't die but like I said, I used to know her.



She left. She went away for awhile, it was a long time since I've seen her. Then one day I stummbled on some of her work and instantly I remembered what she looked liked. I remembered her smile and the way she felt. I remembered what she wanted to be and how she wanted to contribute. Then, from out of nowhere, she tapped me on the shoulders and said to me "Hello, my name is" ...and before she could get it out, I said I know who you are. I remember you. It's nice to meet you, again.

Grandparents! Who Needs Them?

I was cold cold cold. It was freezing in there and I had nothing on my arms. I was in church with my sister and it's always colder in church than it is outside on it's coldest day. It was crowded in there too. The pews seem to be as long as a football field and every inch of it was consumed with bottoms of all sizes, including the one we were on. On this particular day I was grateful for that. I tried finding refuge in my sister by scooting closer to her than she would allow. I violated her personal space but I didn't care at this point, I needed to find warmth and I needed to find it fast. She was no help. No help at all! She didn't understand that this not about the frigid in the air or the draft on my chest and arms, this was much more than that. I needed to feel that plush, cushiony, warm, memory foam likeness under the skin. I needed to smell that Shower to Shower powder scent and I needed that raspy voice to tell me that everything was going to be alright. I needed comfort. Nope! She was no help because she did not have all of those things. All she had was scowl on her face and she elbowed me as if to say, get back! Shew! I think she even shouted that to me in a whisper. But even if she didn't know what I needed at the time, God sure did. As crowded as it was in there and on our pew, and of all the seats that could have been inconveinenced to accomodate another person, He sent her to sit right next to me. She was about in her late fifties....who knows! She scould have been in her early sixties she had tight skin. Her salt and pepper hair covered her head evenly and she had the perfect amount of thickness for I what I needed. I shuffled my way to her direction with no hesitation. She even asked me if I wanted her sweater. She knew. She understood. It was like she read my mind. My sister took the liberty in telling this woman that I had just tried the very same thing with her. The lady responded, "She's cold Baaaby." I looked at her with the most gracious eyes. She hugged me and told me it's alright. No this lady is not my grandmother. She must have known that I don't have one of those. I don't even know her name, but for that hour and a half, she knew me and I was her grandchild. God sends you just what you need when you need it. Even if He's taken it away.