Sunday, November 15, 2015

All I need...

Miss Columbia

I am like most of you...absolutely paralyzed when grief comes to our world. I know it comes daily, but when it is foremost in the news, I am unmovable. My friends know this about me, and try to coax me out of my anxiety.

It is good to grieve. We must do it. We must cry as that is how we remain human.

I was glued to the television set yesterday as were most of you until my sister called asking to meet me in Fort Wayne for a movie. "No," I replied, "it seems so wrong."

And it did seem wrong to me. How dare I see a about the family with grief so rampant in our world? But then I changed my mind. It would be good to sit side by side with my sister who understands me so well. It would be good to laugh with her and share popcorn. So I did.

I drove home slowly watching for deer as it is that time of year. When I pulled in to my town I knew I would have to go to Miss Columbia. I think she is often my Holy Ground. I pulled into a parking spot, got out of the car, and spent time thinking. The sky grew dark and full of color. Luckily I had my camera and snapped a shot. I got to thinking about her. She is our Eiffel Tower...our Rockefeller Center...our Mount Rushmore.

It isn't much really in the scheme of the world. We have a small town, a few shops, some nice schools, some old houses...

But it is what we have, and it is where I feel safe and secure. It is where I don't lock my house or my car. It is where friends are free to gather at my house any time of day when I am home or not. It is where I come at night to put on the kettle and live my simple life.

I am so grateful for this simple life...not much, but all I need.

Until tomorrow.


Anonymous said...

Lou Ann,
I rarely if ever watch news, so I did not understand yesterday's post until today.
At a time like this words seem so meaningless.
All I could think of was the song ..."it is better to light just one little candle, than to stumble in the dark" that's what I did.
If you found some comfort in your Miss Colombia, I am glad.
She is beautiful. I would love to hear all about her someday.
Come and join me in a prayer...

Anonymous said...

That %#$@ spell check!
I knew that didn't look right.
Col(u)mbia not Col(o)mbia (that's in South America.)
I hate misspieling!

Lou Ann Homan said...

Dear Anonymous,
I was so taken with your words that I never noticed the misspelling. I think we all have a Miss Columbia in our hometowns. They help us find home and appreciate the lives we chose to live.
I have many stories about her...anytime!
Lou Ann

Anonymous said...

Having always lived in a big city, it's hard to think of it as my 'hometown'.
How many stories do you know?I'm anxious to read as many as you got. :-)

Lou Ann Homan said...

I am laughing at your comment. How many stories do I would take a lifetime, but I do try to share one at a time. We all know hundreds of stories, our life is full of them!!