Her adored caterpillars had transformed into glistening chrysalides. Eagerly she awaited the day of Final Incarnation, the spread of dark wings and the lofting on winds to Mexico.
Off she trudged to work, heart filled with the song of anticipation. In hospital the usual slings-and-arrows of crazed patients and staff greeted her. That day in the saltmines of N'awlin's Health Care System was especially relentless and noisome.
Finally, after many hours of futile labor, she slammed the rubber room doors. Off she rattled and whined down the potholed N'awlins highways inserted on her tiny Vespa to embrace the moment of Monarch Release! The closer she got to her ramshackle abode the more beauty and joy began to breathe life into her tired bones; her coagulated brain.
QueenJanita raced breathlessly into her garden to greet her lovelies only to find row after row of what looked like tiny, broken beer bottles left after an evening of drunken debauchery. Nary a butterfly in sight. Vamoose! Off to their own Tequila Sunrise.
I suspect the Queen probably then applied the Balm of Gilead. Can you see her
.What kinda story is THAT! That child of mine is a deep and wily creature so, I am certain, there is a message in the bottle of her tale. Am I to gather as Rabindranath Tagore has said: “Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark”. Or, that wonders abound in our magic garden even when we gaze not? Could it be Life is just a Big Ol' Stink Bomb?
Despite or because of that amazing yarn of Janet's I am as wretched a piece of species Homo Sapien as you could hope for today. Just as I was yesterday, etc, etc. But it would appear to me that the more bedraggled and frightful I become the more glorious my own garden gets. Never no mind QueenJanitas'.
I do wish you were here to stand bedazzled before my legions of gleaming white, pink, red, rainbow azaleas and rhododendrons.
"Why lookeee! Over there, Big Biscuits! Are those Monarch butterflies on my 'tunias?"
Monarch of All I Survey,
Judy (via jeff)
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8 comments:
you are too hard on that girl of yours. i find all the things she gets up to as funny as hell. queenjanita is a blast and i think you feel that way about her as well.
i see thru all your tongue in cheek stuff!
love you...you are a great lady. only queenjanita might be better.
marjorie
ps do you really have some monarchs in your garden
send big biscuits out with a butterfly net
cool
dawn
Dear Judy,
I have something uncomfortable to suggest.
Could QueenJanita be a fantasy?
Everything about her is like a seedy, back-end-of-hard-times-Gidgette-gone-Wild. Except middle-aged. And in a ruined swamp. Real 1950's B-grade movie stuff with a humorously piteous overlay.
Sorry...had to say it. The character, QueenJanita, is very engaging, however.
On to other matters. I am so sorry you continue to be under the weather. Let us know your scan results. Tomorrow? Wednesday is it that you get them?
Did your niece, Susan make it safely to San Francisco? Whom did she pack on ice in your sted?
Joe
Hi, Jeff,
I see you write out the condition and comments and events in your mother's life. We have not met (I was supposed to go to Asako's birthday party at your house http://mizflounce.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-cloud-of-fire.html )
Thank you for everything you've done and continue to do for Asako and your mother -- it's so sweet of you.
I will pray for your mother.
Metta,
Sangumay
Dear Sangumay,
How generous of you to say that. Thank you for taking the time.
I love the word "metta" and its meaning. I am equally grateful you reminded me of it.
Although you are correct that we have not met I, too, wish you the very best this day and every day!
Jeff
Metta is a benevolence toward all beings, without discrimination, that is free of selfish attachment. It is a strong, sincere wish for the happiness of all beings. it is similar to the love of a mother, who would give her life for her children. Metta is a benevolence toward all beings that is free of selfish attachment. By practicing metta, a Buddhist overcomes anger, ill will, hatred and aversion.
dear judy...i found you. it's marion from n'awlins...janet's neighbor, or actually due to the need for more closet space, her ex neighbor. i know janet is with you and i'm glad, but just to let you know, we miss her very much. now that i've found this blog, i hope you will convey to janet a big kiss and hello. and to you...well you are in my prayers constantly. love to all xoxoxox marion
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the silent way,
Grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears,
But laugh and talk of me
As if I were beside you there.
(I'd come - I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or
See a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me be sad...
For I am loving you just as I always have...
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still to do -
So many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear
It was just leaving you that was so hard to face...
We cannot see beyond...
But this I know:
I love you so -
isla paschal richardson
in every beginning, there's an end; in every end there's a beginning, and most arrestingly of all: the culmination of our kife's journey will be to arrive where we started and to know the place for the first time.
t s eliot
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