“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

7.20.2014

sunday girly sunday


my grandmother's trunk and an old sheet tossed over a small stack of blankets.
the cat likes to sleep there.

today is jeans with a faded tshirt, fingernails broken, toenails painted.  no mascara, no eyeliner, but yes to a bit of lipgloss.  more gray and silver in my hair and even a bit of white now mixed into the brown.  pearls around my wrist.  mexican food with my brother and his family for lunch; he noticed the table next to us, a one dollar tip left by two women.  perhaps the waitress deserved no more, perhaps the women had no more to leave.  but it was sunday lunchtime busy and i had a couple of bucks in my pocket.  i tossed them over to the table before the waitress returned. sunday, i said. tithing. and we all laughed.

out of church tithing was an accidental lesson my mother taught me.
it's the small things that stay with you. 

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6 comments:

  1. maybe the most favorite thing of yours i have ever read….well ever is really long, but you know what i mean.

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  2. your description of your self, makes me see you.
    you tithing makes me know you.
    it is very you.
    and I smile.

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  3. You gave a wonderful glimpse of your day and who you are...this was wonderful to read.

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  4. You always make me think - and then you make me smile. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. I think what she taught you is what we call compassion...
    I am not religious in the traditional sense, but one phrase I repeat often is; "There, by the grace of God, go I".

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