A rumpled, crumpled, stained old photograph. Someone butchered my bangs...must have used hedge clippers to cut them. The coat was a soft spring green, the hat had beautiful white flowers (and a strap underneath that dug into my chin when tied too tightly). The purse was like hard straw and the gloves were so dainty, so very lady-like.A klutz I was at age 3 in a May long ago (and still am). Graceful didn't fit into my vocabulary. I was always in a hurry (still am), many places to get to, and not enough time to see them all. Every crack in the sidewalk or bit of uneven pavement saw me coming and raised itself even higher. With my head in the clouds I must have thought I had wings.
Always optimistic, I was happy to share my injury with the willing audience. I can almost hear myself saying "see what I did?", not "see what happened to me". Every wrinkle, every scar, every badge of honour of being able to say "I was here." "This is what I did." "Look at me, I'm still standing even so."
Bad things happen. Sometimes there isn't a "happy ending". It's what we do with the time between the "bad thing" and everything else that turns existing into living.
6 comments:
What a little sweetheart!
You look so pleased and proud displaying your “owie.”
And you are so right – you are still an “in the moment" kind of person, a keen observer and enthusiastic participant in life!
But you did have wings ! You just forgot to use them. Good thing you remembered how now.;)
You are so very beautiful, Sherry, inside and out, with the scars and bumps and bruises and scrapes that we all have in one form of another. I see you and your lighted wings so clearly.
Happy Wednesday, Beautiful One.
What a sweet picture ... it bring back memories of my childhood.
Sherry??? This is a beautiful photo, and having met you I can see that it really is you. As for the bangs I am laughing now, if you could only see what my mom did to mine and she cut my hair in a bowl cut I looked like boy for sure LMBO.....
I don't remember a lot of those childhood days like you do, man you have a vivid memory.
what a cutie you were, I remember those hats, ugh.
this is a great post, stayed with me all day yesterday how you said "see what I did" instead of the other. I also love "turns existing into living" they are 4 terrific and powerful words.
You have a damn good memory !!
I can see it`s you - the same features in your face - but the hair !! I think we all have a bad hair photo , it reminded one of my sister and me - having very short hair - we both looked like boys and each wearing a grey waistcoat , and thinking we were the bees knees in fashion while on holiday ! NOT !! ( i may dig it out and email it - to give you a hoot !! )
And life is like a bumpy road - with no real happy ending , you get knocked down many times , but you have to get straight back up , dust yourself off - and learn and go forward .
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