SPARKLE when you can

 Many years ago I pierced my ears using an ice cube to deaden the lobes. Punching the needle through my frozen earlobes into a cork left me wondering if my brain had been uncorked. Surprisingly, no infection followed and for several months I sported a variety of studs in my ears. A sensitivity to something in bejeweled fobs caused an infection and I eventually gave up and let the piercings close. A couple of additional attempts to succeed finally ended in frustration a couple of decades ago. 

New metals with less propensity to irritate sensitive skin as well as an adolescent desire to sport fashionable adornment landed me in a local salon to have them pierced professionally. No corks or ice, no clothespins, and no detours between entrance and exit portals.

It will require six weeks of healing,turning, and regular cleaning. Then I will be able to wear light weight simple studs for a few months. My goal is to progress to small dangle ear fobs, but I wonder if those lovely sparkly hoops will ever comfortably dangle  on either side of my face. I’ll let you know.

New

I have been revived. New visions evolve daily for me.  I have determined it is time to re-enter adolescence. There is a lightness within my heart that I never found through my efforts last year. Last week’s visitors noticed something new in me. It was a lovely revelation. I indulge today in a newfound sense of  hope, choosing to irresponsibly move forward. Fear of being judged by others holds no concern, I’m doing a “new thing” here. Yes, that is Biblical. From the wilderness in my frail mind, Wild Wayne the wonder boy, steps up over and over pointing out a powerful goodness in me, the youthful joy coming back to life. 

Daylight Comes

 I have survived the first quarter of this year, at times to my dismay! I still struggle with personal grief as I am lifted up a moment later with hope. The special blessing of an “old friend” newly offering wisdom and love has me pondering on better possibilities. A recent visit to the ancestral home of my mother has awakened a new sense of my place in today’s crazy world. Playing word blitz games with Silver Tongue, the Cousin, has taught me it’s ok to stay up all night to play silly games on my phone. I am wide awake at three in the morning indulging in a hot beverage at my kitchen table. Anticipation of a new grandchild coupled with a visit from my eldest grandchild with his wife makes me grin! 

After many months of solitude, constant visitors to my home have welcomed me back to a world of hospitality. Every guest has provided insight I would not have gained on my own. Timing and constancy have filled my heart with love and laughter. Again this feels like the home I have loved for many years. Without Ol’ Abner’s brutal honesty, I have been faced with frightening dilemmas without clear solutions. One day at a time, my guests come and go, each offering an additional level of peace in my heart.

A baby shower in the coming weekend has raised additional questions of decorum.  We are in a very different time. I have learned that “the way it has been done before” may not be appropriate for now. I struggle with personal decisions and needs, realizing new possibilities are so exciting! Wait! Did I say exciting, Why yes, yes I did! Moirés of bygone days are abandoned for tomorrow’s traditions!

Seasonal

Last week I reveled in bright sunshine,  temperatures in high seventies low eighties. This morning the outdoor thermometer registers twenty four degrees. My crankiness lives in the midst of this chill. I slogged around the house, logged in to the internet and proceeded to pay a few bills. Perhaps I might be accused of indulging in a “pity” party. It is no party! 

I wonder what this new year will bring.  Limiting activities that require many hours of my time don’t really change my outlook. Every task requires time pushing buttons to receive a robotic response that makes no sense at all. It appears I have aged out of my season of productivity!