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Showing posts with label Feelings. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Resurrection

Do you believe in resurrection? 

Resurrection: 
(Noun)

  1.  a supposed act or instance of a dead person coming back to life
  2. belief in the possibility of this as part of a religious or mystical system
  3. the condition of those who have risen from the dead: we shall all live in the resurrection
  4. the revival of something: a resurrection of an old story


When I was a little girl living in California, my mother used to have this plant called a Resurrection Plant.  To me it looked like a baby tumble weed and I was very confused as to why she kept it in her closet.  One day, she pulled the plant out and put it in a small dish of water.  Slowly as it absorbed water it uncurled and laid completely flat. A little while longer it went from a dull brown to a dull green.  More time passed and you would never have recognized it from the dead looking thing it had been hours before. 

My mother explained that she kept the plant in her closet as a reminder. A reminder that sometimes things  in life can look bleak, dry and terrible and it can be that way for a long time. And just when all hope seems lost, it can rain. When the sweet relief of rain comes, it might take a while to uncurl from that dry and terrible mess, but when you do it is hard to believe you were ever in that situation. 

I am a long way away from that little girl I used to be.  It is almost full blown winter and my husband brought in my aloe plant. It looks terrible. He asked me if I was going to revive it once again, because every year I seem to forget it, until it is too cold and wet for cactus and it looks like it is going to turn into slime. Then every year I seem to bring it back to life bigger and healthier than it was the year before.  It is almost my own personal resurrection plant.  Except possibly slimier than a Rose of Jericho. That leave me to one question.

Do you believe in resurrection?



Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Reds and Blues

They says at Thanksgiving Eve is the biggest drinking night of the year. Mostly because old friends and relatives are in from out of town, and you can get in some socializing before the turkey coma hits. I don't think you could pay me to enter into a bar tonight. I am not sure which version of me would leave the bar.

It is a weird day. Maybe part of it is the anticipation of a major eating holiday and hanging out with family I love, and the other part is because it is my brothers birthday. He would have been 33 if he wasn't such an idiot. I can already hear Gat chastising me inside my head, saying I shouldn't speak ill of the dead.  History is written by the survivors and is hardly ever pretty.

The dueling emotions along with the other flotsam and jetsam in my head, leaves me feeling like a Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

For the longest time I thought they had said "the greens and reds" not "the mean reds". I think it still works, it just makes me wonder what the green would be in terms of feelings.  It might be today.  It might be a little bit of yellow and a little bit of blue with a red undertone.  I don't know. I just think I understand why it is a drinking holiday tonight, and I am sure that people have their own reason for raising a glass.  Sometimes conjuring up ghosts is about remember the good times.  Me,  I am going to enjoy my cup of tea and watch more Adventure Time.  Reds and greens be dammed.