Friday, February 17, 2012

Slow Down and Live

On muggy  Missouri summer nights, when it was too hot to be inside, my sisters and  I played our favorite game.   Kathe may have invented it. As the oldest she liked to organize us.  It might have been my idea since I remember being influenced by my Dad's tendency to do things slowly and  intentionally. If  Kristy made it up there would have been singing involved.  Kelli watched  from her playpen.   

We would hide behind the big rock near the end of driveway and wait for a car to come by, while lightening bugs danced above the field grass and  illuminated the dust hanging in the air.  To pass the time we told  scary stories:  An old woman lived alone and found a stranger in her  attic...    Late one night there was a knock at the door and a man covered with blood...      

When we  heard the  crunch of tires approaching, we  crouched behind the rock, grabbed hands...quietly counted...1..2..3..then jumped up and shouted, 

"Slow Down and Live!"


Our game ended when an elderly neighbor claimed he nearly had a heart attack and did not  want to die in front of the Dannar girls.   Our apology to him included a basket of cherry tomatoes  from our garden and a promise not to do it again.

That gravel road is now a fast-paced street, with a constant flow of traffic. Car lights and street lights pierce the night sky, making lightening bugs invisible. The open fields were divided, subdivided and parceled into tiny yards.  Air-conditioning results in closed windows in cars and houses.  

Slow Down and Live resurfaced after forty years when my sister Kathe was diagnosed with terminal cancer.   As adults we all returned home frequently to spend time together again.   During the year of her illness we reminisced about our rural upbringing and wondered why we felt driven to deliver that message, when our life was so slow-paced and simple. 

Life is noisy and  fast-paced;often chaotic and too stimulating.  A quiet, peaceful spot may not be right outside your door.  But, it is out there somewhere, waiting for you to claim it as yours. 
My daughter, Sara, enjoying a quiet moment


My current favorite spot to reflect, meditate and drink in nature is a strip of desert near our home in Tucson.  I often walk there early in the morning, repeating my mantra....





Slow down and live.   








Thursday, February 2, 2012

Rose Knows Holidays


Happy Groundhog Day!  

And now for something completely different!   Today my grand-daughters, Fern (7) and Rose (5)  celebrate Groundhog Christmas, which was born three years ago when Rose attempted to explain Groundhog Day to her older sister.  


That hilarious conversation, relayed to me by my wonderful daughter, Sara,  inspired this poem.  

Learn something today from a child.  Your life will be enriched. 



Rose Knows Holidays
                                                                                                                                                        
Fern climbed out of bed,  “Happy New Year Sister Rose!”
“Oh my goodness”, Rosie cried,   “I must find my holiday clothes!”
“Happy New Year to you…Happy New Year to you", Rose sang and played. 
She lit the candles on the cake and served everyone lemonade. 

 “I know you love Valentine’s Day”, Fern said to Rosie in the bath,
“Oh, my goodness!”, Rosie cried, ”We’ll  need to make a path!”
She grabbed the flag and led the parade passing by
Overhead grand   fireworks completely filled the sky.

“Soon we’ll hide the Easter eggs”,  Fern announced one day to Rose.
“Oh my goodness!”, Rosie cried,  “I know  what I will be!  Just what do you suppose?”
She smiled, and thought for about a minute and a half,
She disappeared, then reappeared, in a hat and silly mask.

“I can’t wait for fireworks!”, Fern said to Rose on the swing.
“Oh, my goodness!”, Rosie cried, “I do hope I get a wing!
She smacked her lips and rubbed her tummy,
“Turkey with all the fixin’s, now that is what I call  yummy! “

“Rose,  our September birthdays are next in line, wont’ that be fun?”
“Oh my goodness!”, Rosie cried, “ Yes! I think I’m almost done! “
Red, orange, green, yellow and blue,
“I colored all of these eggs Fern; the best one is for you!”

“What should I be for Halloween?”  Fern asked Rose one day as they danced.
“Oh my goodness!” , Rosie cried, “I know, I know,  just let me take a chance!”
Soon the room was filled, from the ceiling to the floor,
“I love you” said the big red hearts that hung down from the door.

“What are you thankful for this year?” Fern asked in November.
“Oh, my goodness!”, Rosie cried, “Now I remember!”
She grabbed the bells and whistles, and sang a little tune,
“For old acquaintance be forgot”…. she danced around the room.

“Go to sleep dear sister Rose, but listen for the reindeer,
“Oh, my goodness!”, Rosie cried, “I can’t believe it’s been a year!”
In her big straw hat and sunglasses, she sang out all of her wishes,   
“If Santa sees his shadow, we’ll have six more days of Christmas.”

                                                                                                                         





Me and my wild and wonderful girls.....