Saturday, January 30, 2010

This Day


A gray, drizzly day and once again, Elvis is trying to coax his hens out with his manly cries.
He's not having much success. They are huddled up on the roost, resting.

A perfect day for us to have our Owen. His Pop-Pop is home today and gave him his bottle.


He was still fussy so his grandmama had to take him ("here, give him to ME") and he snuggled up on my shoulder and we rocked and rocked and he flirted with his grandfather who was sitting behind us and eventually, I felt the full weight of him relax and he was asleep.
Such sweetness.

And I need to go out and tend to those chickens and I need to wash the dishes. I made Lily and her daddy egg sandwiches this morning. Speaking of chickens and eggs, I found the hen's outside laying-place. I knew they had to have one. It was tucked up between two bales of hay and I found a stash of five.

And beyond that, the tending of chickens and a grandson, washing the dishes, I don't have a thing planned for today, which is lovely. My dreams these days are so full that I don't need to do a damn thing during my waking hours to have led an exciting and busy life. Do you know how many people I entertain in my dreams? I cook and I clean and I clean-up and there are SO many folks in my house. The other night I was trying to bread fish for baking and make pecan pies at the same time. Did I have enough pecans? Did I have Caro Syrup for the pies? And oh, the number of dirty dishes I had acquired, doing the egg and milk soak for the fish and then the flour and corn meal. And people were waiting. They were hungry.

It's a relief sometimes to wake up from these dreams, realize that no, my house hasn't become the top party spot in the southern states. It's just...my house.
Where the rain is running down the seam in the tin roof and where, in the bathroom, I can hear the rain beating down on the roof above me, so comforting, so lovely.
Where yes, there are dishes to wash, but not that many.
Where our boy sleeps in the hallway and will wake up with smiles for me and his grandfather.
Pearl stands guard as he sleeps. She finally has a baby to tend.

All is well. All is well.

And that story? Well, I can't tell it yet and don't ask me to. I will when I can. And I probably won't use names but it's a story of love and pain, unexpected romance, Romeo and Juliet without the Montagues or the Capulets but plenty of small-town, Bible Belt judgement.
Can I just say that people need to get their noses out of other people's business and get them back in their own asses where they belong?

Well. Enough of that.

I am appreciating what I have today. I am listening to the rain patter off the leaves. I have a sleeping grandson in my hallway, a beloved husband in his den.

I have much to appreciate at this very moment in time, much to recognize as blessings, and the time and space to do that.

Yes.

13 comments:

  1. Maybe all those visitors in your dream house are all us blog followers, come to visit in spirit.

    "a sleeping grandson in my hallway, a beloved husband in his den" -- Indeed you are doubly blessed.

    Have a great Saturday! x0 N2

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  2. good morning Ms. moon.

    purrrrrfect morning that it is. with just enough space for breathing in all the love that fills this new day.
    i am here, humming along with you, and your perfect cadence.

    like a gentle rain you come
    down down down so softly on our hearts.

    you coax out an immediate smile, with an occasional lightening bolt of sheer silver laughter. and you give us pause to reflect on all the moments. even the dark threads that weave their way into the very fabric of our hearts.

    and in the end you string our hearts together across the miles
    with simple perfect stitches of babies and chickens and hidden treasure.

    like a souls clothesline.

    it's all there. the old panties, the favorite worn jeans, the yellow neglige, mis matched socks, and hope floats through out, until all the colours of your words wave like a prayer flag of hope.

    which in my mind, is what you continually are.

    warmly,
    r

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  3. Dear Ms Moon,
    Oh your dreams...I was thinking the same thing, it seems like all those people in your house are so obviously the people who visit your blog each day. So many people crammed in, and you cooking and feeding and washing. Getting all the ingredients together, hoping you'll have enough for everyone.
    Don't worry sweet, you could offer us each one of those lovely chicken eggs and we will be fine.

    You are a creative dreamer though. So much in there.

    I love the image/feeling of Owen falling off to sleep in your arms. I haven't felt that kind of content in a long while.

    I'm feeling strange today and am going to try hard to settle myself, start laundry, finish animal chores, tidy up and then try something creative.

    I love to come here first though and say hello. Thanks for being there. I'll do the dishes today.

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  4. N2- I have thought about that- all my blog community coming here to visit. I have to say that I'm pretty happy about it all in my dreams.

    Rebecca- If I ever write a book which gets published, will you blurb for me? That was...tremendous. Thank-you. From the bottom of my heart.

    Bethany- Well, I do have about enough eggs for everyone to have one. I hope your spirit settles and you find something to do today which brings you some joy and contentment. I have.

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  5. Reading about Owen falling asleep on you made me ache, just a little. Someday, again, with my own grand-babies. That will be a new adventure, for sure.

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  6. To tell you the truth, Ms. Moon, I never cared to read about chickens before you. Your day and your home sound so cozy and lovely.

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  7. Nancy C- It is so pure. It is so amazing. It is so joyful.

    Angie- I never cared much for chickens either until my friend Kathleen introduced me to hers. I fell in love. And here I am, the Crazy Chicken Grandma. Owen and I actually took a chair out to sit beside the chicken coop today just to watch them. There is nothing so soothing as the clucking of hens.

    Rebecca- It was a "yes" sort of day.

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  8. I'm not going to ask you for the story, but I do hope someday you'll share it.

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  9. hmm...I am quite intrigued. I am wondering if two of my favorite bloggers have crossed paths...

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  10. Just me, still- where have you been, girl? And to whom are you referring?

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  11. "and eventually, I felt the full weight of him relax and he was asleep.
    Such sweetness."

    Doin a little catch up, and I don't know why, but this line just made me cry! Probably because as I read it, I can feel the weight of my own little Baby C in my arms, and I know EXACTLY what you are talking about and how it feels, and I wish I was at home with him RIGHT NOW rather than in my office working for the man.

    **SIGH** Soon enough - I am out of here in mere minutes to fly home to my sweet sweet boys. And it is Friday, so there are about 60 hours before I have to leave them again.

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