Putting the Burr in Labor day in Normal entries
- Sept. 7, 2015, 5 p.m.
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There’s a thunder storm at my gates right now. Though this is my biological home, thunderstorms still take me by surprise. Exciting. As a kid I’d ride my bike out somewhere that I could taste the ozone crackle. Today I’m just sitting by the window smiling.
A few weeks ago Sunny wrote something sentimental and nostalgic on her facebook page about listening to a Disc I had made while she was driving up to see her daughter in Tacoma. Her facebook friends made snide comments about the music and flirty things to her. A wave of relief passed through me along with a pang of embarrassment. Relief that I was not there and embarrassment at aging gracelessly. Not my problem.
Grace is an underappreciated value, it’s easier to recognize the lack of it than appreciate an abundance, mostly, I think, because grace is humble. It’s like the rain in a thunderstorm; constant, present, but a supporting cast member.
Ok, resting back now. Y’all be good. I hear the roaring kicking up again.
Spilledperfume ⋅ September 08, 2015