A sense of importance “In 1928 someone lost a vitally important piece of paper” - Roshi The little envelope had KEEP circled on the front, and it has been 50 years maybe more I was too young to remember although I wonder how the little purple watch strap holder, I lost in the freezer to a place I couldn’t reach leading me to order 2 new bands and yet here it is on the floor next to a long list of flowers: Pink Glads, Carn, White Chup, Pink Bow, Pink & White Glads, Yellow Standard Mums, Yellow Roses, Gold Ribbon, Pink Glads, White Pom Poms, Blue Iris, pom poms, glads, Vase White Roses, Arrangement/Red Gladiolus/White Mums/White Callas, White Mums, Pink Glads, White Pom Pomes, Purple Iris, Red Roses, White Glads & Pom Poms, Purple Asters, Pink Snaps, White Carnations, White Glads & Pom Pomws & Feyu themes, Red Carnations, Red Glads, WT. Mums, Pink Glads, Yellow Pomps, WT. Glads, Lav pomps, Pink Glads, Red Roses Each on the back of tiny irregularly numbered cards ( I copied as best I Could) Imagine the colors, the scents (refrigeration not being as good then I’m sure there was a whiff of my great-great Grandfather, as well) a man of stature and means according to the families, associations, and friends whose flowers were tracked, knowing the Ahns with palatable judgment, maybe not maybe so, who am I to judge? No one, nobody, a further dilution of the Puritan eye, and its petty hanging desires Yes, yes there was a list of names and places as well, most of those people are most likely dead, despite the cynical tone this is a praise poem, for those who have gone before and what they thought was important enough to save for over half a century A reminder to us, the living, to look at what we sense matters fully and deeply Ask the ancestors to have their say, quietly Do not let them drown out what we need to hear, right now.
Well, y’all, it’s an interesting week. I hope you feel the same and are taking the time to get a sense of what’s important, to you, right now.