GOOD MORNING WORLD
I am loving sleep. It is new to me and refreshing. I am hoping it sticks around for awhile and I can bring it home with me.
The waking is the fun part as my mind is up and raring to go. My thoughts are immediate and my mind is moving while my body is still prone. Amazing to me. I know I overuse that word yet it works well.
This morning my first thoughts were of lunch with friends, packing to leave, school starting as Labor Day is Monday. This thought led me to all sorts of schools.
I was off and running with my firm belief that ‘there is no one size fits’ all in schools. This is a real paradigm shift for me in the last many years. I believed in K-12 public education as being the end all of what was good with private schools added when you had the money. After all private schools still matriculated in the K-12 realm.
I was introduced to Montessori as a type of teaching method when I substitute taught in one school. It was interesting this open concept and yet the school finally added walls. I experienced through friends year round schools of which I was vehemently against as not a viable way of educating. Home schooling forget it. This was one long pajama game! I have since found real value in all of the above and adopted for my mantra the phrase I mentioned above. “There is no one size fits all”.
Then I got up and dressed and the packing began and I am thinking about ends. End of summer, end of vacation, end of wearing white as of course everyone knows there is no wearing of white after Labor Day. NOT!!! Even this old dress code has ended and gone by the wayside in some places.
Then the inevitable bittersweet feeling washes over me as I look around this tiny cottage and realize it will be some time before I am here again. I am healed in the fact that the misuse by the guests the week before I arrive has been corrected. There is no longer a wet old dog smell permeating the rooms. At least I can no longer smell it. It has once again become a home away from home. Dad even said he did not smell it either when he and my brother came for coffee, which will be the last one until October.
Still the bittersweet comes. The excitement of returning to the spa on Monday will take over soon. Until then it is a melancholy feeling that sits in my being. A wistfulness for times of old and longing for the new ones yet to come. It tastes as rich as crème Brule and as bitter as vinegar. You see both happy and sad in one thus the word bittersweet which sums up so much.
It was when I was acknowledging how I was feeling in order to move forward that is occurred to me that life is made of bits and pieces. Being the eclectic aging woman that I am the song ‘Bits and Pieces’ began playing in my head. I attributed it to the Beatles at first. Was reminded with a search that it was the Dave Clark Five!* Another aside and adds to the theme.
Our lives are made of the bits and pieces. The snippets of happiness and sadness. Hopefully sadness being more the snippets. Let the happiness and joy reside for longer periods of time. I was off in a search in my mind for a picture to demonstrate this idea. The Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis! A must see!
This church takes my breath away every time I enter it. It is decorated with mosaics. Now these pieces of material are tiles – tiny tiles from fingernail size and up. Floor to ceiling they glitter and shine and create the most gorgeous and glorious pictures. I loved taking people there and watch them catch their breath as they enter the doors. The pope visited in 1999. I believe this Cathedral would challenge any on Europe.
In this church there is very little space that is not filled with bits and pieces of mosaic tiles. Even in the solid colors there are variants in the way the light hits them so they have nuances to the single color. These bits and pieces of different shaped and different colored tiles create a whole sacred space.
The same with our lives. The bits and pieces, the thoughts and feelings, the actions and reactions, the highs the lows, the struggles the success, the happy the sad, all create this beautiful life that we live. As I continue about my day I am enthralled with my own analogy of the Cathedral. It is such a great example. Even in my ineptness I came up with the perfect description for myself this day.
I will continue with my plans as I figuratively put new tiles of colors into my life from the realities of what is to become today. The last day of August. Essentially the last day of summer for those returning to school that have not already. The last day of this stay at the cottage.
The good thing about analogies is that they can be formed anyway you want them to be. I can continue to dwell with the last or I can look to the future as I prefer to do so often. Rather than wallow in the melancholy I know it is best for me to live in happiness. I will be seeing sweet people in a few hours. I will be packing to go to the spa yet again with a dear friend to celebrate our friendship and improve our health. I will be moving closer to the warmth of my own home. I will be closer to a welcome home hug.
Some ideas are great in planning for good use of time and in the execution come up lacking. Two weeks alone away from my boyfriend is simply just too long! It seemed different when he was away from me all those times of work travel? Even this melancholy will soon be lost with the fun of the spa and the logic of logistics that this was the best plan despite the separation.
Yes today I am adding to the bits and pieces to the cathedral that is my life. I am betting the colors are tinged with melancholy and deep and rich and in the tones of deep blue, violet and a teal green. Those are the colors I would assign to this particular day.
I am guessing tomorrow will be filled with a bright yellow tinged with a vivid red leaning to orange as I whizz down the highway in a blur in a car filled with chatter of old friends off to a new experience!
…..ONWARD TO MORE MISADVENTURE…