Life - a spiritual pickle
preserving the body from decay.
Ambrose Bierce
This jar started life holding pickles.
Years and years ago.
It was washed and dried several times.
Baked in the sun, so no trace of the pickles remained.
Then it held sugar and flour.
And when Michael's grandma heard me say I wanted a jar for sun tea...
It made its way to me.
As life is flying around and streaking by...
the tea just quietly sits and bakes.
The more I forget about it...
the better it will taste.
I like that.
On Friday, Sheriah went home.
I keep looking at that sentence...
trying to find a word that doesn't feel as wrong as "home"...
but I don't know what to change it to.
She will be back for visits...
weekends and on breaks.
We spent the weekend with friends...
laughing, eating and watching toddlers play.
This morning our friends received news of their grandmother passing away.
Before the sun was peaking out.
I baby snuggled while their things were quickly packed.
My heart broken for them...
but smiling at the drooly kisses I was receiving.
Happy and sad at the same time.
I thought of this quote then...
I had read it before and didn't ever get it.
I think I do now.
I feel pickled.
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13 comments:
Oh, Nessa. Hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs for you today.(And always, sweet friend.)
Love this! Love how you related life to pickles. Great post!!
I'm so sorry she had to leave but how amazing that she can still come back to you guys on weekends and breaks. I'm sure it means a lot to her and you guys will always be part of her home too.
That is so true. Life does frequently seem to be an onslaught of conflicting emotions. Great quote and observations.
I definitely feel the heart of the quote with your post. Such happiness and sadness rolled in together leaving a sweet and sour taste. Beautiful :) Sending hugs your way...
Beautifully written words, tenderly expressing your heart struggles and desires...both moving and thought provoking. I find myself praying for Sheriah ~ the little I know of her story from your blog has captured my heart. Maybe she will know 'home' in a different way...she'll find home in safe eyes, and safe arms ~ perhaps not all in one place, perhaps not even in the place she lives most of the time. Thinking of you all.
so beautiful, as normal. sorry to hear that sheriah isn't where she should be anymore. but will be on weekends and breaks. my heart hurts for you, pal. hang in there. she is so lucky to have you.
Touching, sad, and heartfelt post. Nicely written prose.
Sun tea...I need to learn how to do that.
So, so true. Love it!
That is so sad about their Grandma. My thoughts are with you guys.
thinking of you, Nessa, and knowing that things WILL work out for the best. xxoo
{hugs} This just makes my heart hurt. Such is life, I guess, great joy and great pain. When life takes those twists and turns that we don't like it is so hard to adjust. You're all in my prayers, and I know God has a reason for Sheriah going home.
I LOVE sun tea, looks nummy! I love to squeeze oranges in it instead of lemmons. Maybe I'll make some today:)
Beautifully written, and heartbreaking all the same. I pray for Sheriah.
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