I put my cookies in large plastic bags. They sit for a day, sometimes two, and so soon they are gone. The empty bag is left with a few crumbs gathered into the corner.
More than once I have licked my finger pressed it into this far corner and tasted the last sweetness. These delicate bits are every bit as good as the cookies from which they fell. Some even sweeter because I savor them letting them melt on my tongue.
I am so wealthy in love and alive in beauty that sometimes a green eyed monster posseses someone near me and they reach out with their claws to steal and make ugly what I have. But only I can let them hurt me, because my treasures cannot be stolen or broken. They are stored in Heaven not here on earth.
I spent a day nursing my wounds and pondering the sad state of life that caused someone to be so poisoned as to believe that inflicting them was their right and position.
Lest you think some great and horrible thing happened, like Laura's crash, or Daddy's divorce. (Both of which occurred on the same day.) I must say that it was only unprovoked cruelty of an acquaintance. Just words, nothing more. She plays such a small role in my life that I should have been able to brush it away like so many gnats.
I guess if I wasn't sensitive to the pain that others desire to inflict upon me I wouldn't be sensitive to the poetry of the last cookie crumbs.
Today was filled with children's laughter, packing peanuts and big brown boxes. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what was inside.
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6 comments:
I wish I could just take my own advice that I always give my kids... which is, never listen to anyone who doesn't have your back. But I still manage to get close enough to get scratched on a regular basis. You, too.
Glad you were able to move on and remind yourself whose thoughts and opinions really matter. (Sounds like you also know whom to avoid from here on out, insofar as it is possible!)
Some people can only feel better by knocking others down. It is a shame that no matter how old one gets one has to continually meet these kinds of people and learn that they are not always immediately identifiable.
Now you know and what truly have you lost. You have your husband, you have your children, you have your duck egg cookies and you have goats.
What more do you need? Goat hugs maybe? I send you cyber ones in herds.
Those crumbs I know and love. . .
I wish people were nicer, more sensitive, caring, aware of the things that they do. The world would be a happier place.
What a huggably precious photo. I love your world, so sorry you had some sadness today, hope you feel better soon. Feels good to share though . . .
Kristin
Some people are stupid. I have a few women in my acquaintance that take any opportunity to say something nasty. Like the bishop's wife who told me a few Sunday's ago that my hairdo made me look really old. She's a bit of a hag. What joy to they derive from making us feel badly? Ugh. We've got a one up on them though in that we are happy and they are not. So there!
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