The whole thing about “The Concept of Time” is funny. You have “actual time” (“What time is it?”)…You have the “passing of time”, with what it appears to be as it slips by…And then, you have "the past" and what it actually represents and feels like. So, when you have a significant event in your life, one so shattering that it has major, rippling effects upon your whole being, the “concept of time” can become blurred.
Ten years ago, my family and I experienced the “Big D”…Divorce. And, although there were hints, we really didn’t see it coming. So now, with the recent arrival to of my dear friend to Cape Cod, and the new proud owner of the "Big D", I find myself reliving past hurts residing close to my heart. Naturally, I draw upon my experiences to see how I can relate.
Suddenly, it hit me! Flashing through my mind, was the scene from “You’ve Got Mail”, where Tom Hanks and Dabney Coleman (father and son) discuss the very subject, while Tom Hanks shakes up some sort of mixed drink. He shakes and shakes with a distinct defiance and rhythm, while listening to his father and looking up to God for answers.
So it dawned on me, while caught up in the midst of the divorce with everything swirling around me, I was that mixed drink!I had been shaken up with defiance, syncopated into a very calculated, precise rhythm, and been poured out into a glass, with pieces of my very soul sloshing out over the rim! And, up until a very short time ago, I felt as though I desperately needed to blot up my spilled guts, and squeeze them back into the glass!
Where am I now? Well for one, I can tell time. And, it's funny, sometimes, because the whole saga seems like “just yesterday“…But, because of the mourning and healing process, that part of my life is much easier to accept and has taken a back seat into the past. Surprisingly, the debilitating hurt I felt, has become numbed, as well as seeming not so long lasting. In the end, for me, some of the “guts runneth over” is old news. I have actually been able to be selective of what needs to be re-absorbed, and what needs to be left spilled out upon the counter! Could this be what they mean when they say, “Time heals all wounds”? (Dear readers, what do you think?)
Thankfully, during my time of pain, my Dad and Amy offered something that helped me survive…The cottage on Country Lane. Now, I have the opportunity to offer the "the healing place" to someone who is incredibly special to me…One who stood by me when I was in pain. I hope she can do something on Cape Cod with her creative and talented photography. I hope she finds the same peaceful healing I did. And, I hope she can experience the strength of mopping up her “sloshed- over-the -glass" self. For it is only with strength, that she can squeeze what she needs back into the glass, and dare anyone to take a sip!
Pieces of Dreams
Country Lane
Welcome to my cottage at 22 Country Lane
Small, but comfy and quiet!
Just enough! Everything you need ~ Leaving complication behind.
Science Kitchen (LOL)
Snuggle in at night and have a peaceful morning!
This is the second bedroom...I used to call it my den/family room.
Entrance to our beach ~ You should see the beach roses when they bloom!
A VERY Short walk from the cottage to paradise.I got better here...I think she will get better here, don't you?
