One cup of pumpkin chia is all that it took
to turn my brain into supersonic
gobbledy
gook.
Drank at 4 P.M,
stayed awake till 8 A.M,
Then went to a wedding to get blitzed
I drank one delightful cup of pumpkin chai latte at Cheshire coffee yesterday, and all hell broke loose. My audiobook failed to lull me to sleep. And it just so happened to be my cousins wedding today.
Okay, I’ll just go on ahead and lay it all out for you….
I’m INSANELY sentimental. Beyond normal comprehension. It’s not that I’m excessively emotional, heavens no. I’m German. We are poker-faced stoic soldiers hiding our human stumblings from the world.
Yes. I am German. I am the commander shepherd of being.
I am….
A German shepherd.
I love my family.
I mean, it’s that whole sense of togetherness and belonging, you know? It moves me to tears. We are all here together.
The wedding taken place at our cottage in Rhode Island. My stoic father who’d rather bleed blood than tears, showed a droplet of gratitude in the corner of his eye.
Pop – “Do you have any idea how lucky we are?”
Me – “I know….”
I turned away before I allowed myself an emotional reaction in seeing his strident tear and instead, chugged my beer like a sailor.
He sipped his captain morgan.
Nobody knows, nobody has any idea. How beautiful everything is.
Non-family is family. Neighbors are family. Boats sailing by all take part in our ceremony – all part of the environment, our shared experience, of feeling.
The Law of Fives concludes that everything is relative. There’s no truth to anything. All that does not matter, has no matter in our hearts.
When we are full,
our faith begotten,
all that does not matter
is forgotten.
The most precious gift anyone can receive, is to experience family. And family is relative. It’s ALL relative.
I tip my hat to you this time, you resplendent Law of Fives.
And once again I came face to face with my Grammys jar of homemade pickled green tomatoes. It’s the only jar from 1988 that’s allowed a place on our shelf. It’s the jar no one talks about when they clean house.
I understand now. Nothing ever spoils. And everything can be saved. Here’s to you, Grams…
Added update: My Facebook friend, Christian, wrote a really nice poem that ties this post together.
…Sweet as sunshine on the rose
Once alive, you never die
Just open to some other sky
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