I'm on an emotional roller coaster, or so it feels. Seems like there are penguins everywhere I turn lately, and naturally, I'm reminded of young Jacob. I wonder how he's doing and I don't want to. He has to be where he is, how he is because that's the way it's supposed to be. So perhaps all the penguin reminders are just that--reminders that all is well.
I see these guys every day. They've been waddling into the wet since I chose them to appear at random intervals across my Big Mac. The photo is from a few days back--a spontaneous response to a signal from my heart-to-brain--an unconscious reaction done on a subliminal level of consciousness. Right? Thoughts of Jacob may never go away but then that's okay too. So I took a photo of a photo to paste in my journal along with thoughts of Jacob. I enjoy imagining the penguins going to join the boy who sneaked into my consciousness for a reason. Hopefully, they're there by now. Fingers crossed they're not smelly and raucous. They're more like the imaginary vanguard of a special spiritual totem for a little boy who likes penguins. A vanguard for Jacob's journey. That's what I hope anyway. This is what I hope and imagine because the idea makes me feel better. And my heart's in it. And it's as deep and full as the one in the photograph of a photograph from my monitor.
Life in Limnersville has been something else for the longest. But the truth is I'd be worried if everything came wrapped in roses with a side of iced tea every day. I'm training for the Olympics of Life here, so a girl's gotta sweat, fall down and skin both knees, get back up again, refocus and realign. That's what I'm doing. Rehab promises I'll be back in marathon writing form before the new year. I'm good with that. How are you?
Seems I meet more nice people when I'm ill, recovering, or getting a do-over. And I didn't have to kick a can down the street first this time. We met a lovely person, one Rodney, yesterday during my quest to find a new vendor for heel lifts. There will be no more ordering online! I'm back to doing it locally after the bad experience with the company I've done business with for so long I've forgotten how long it's been. The medical supply company we'd used years before that went out of business. If you can't get it on Amazon it can't be gotten, right? Well, I'll be doing my getting from For Your Toes and Feet from now on.
Rodney and I talked as much about the chai as we did about my feet, our common ex-employer, heel lifts, and life. The extended conversation started over that little charm--one among many--on the three bracelets I wore. The sound the tinkling silver bits make always make me feel better. How he managed to zoom in on the chai still has me shaking my head. JC said it's not such a mystery seeing as how Rodney's Jewish. But I'm not buying the easy answer. He, Rodney, not JC, wrote the symbol for me in print and cursive. I learned how to do it with a calligraphy brush. Did you know it has a numerical value of eighteen? The marks for chai, not the brush. When numbers are reduced to the lucky number eight, there's a whole other story to tell you. Since I'm feeling better day by day I'll save it for later. I'll tell you about Davia's latest letter first.
Her cursive is impressive. I'm so impressed I cannot help giving her a mental gold star. I wrote like that! Erin wrote like that! Cursive is in good hands again! Thank you, Davia, for restoring my belief in the American school system. You've become my very best penmanship girl.
Davia's drawing of a koi is lovely. All those perfect scales. Lily pads and lotus blossoms! I watched "The Gift" again the night before last and those koi reminded me of Davia's. To learn more about the fish use this link: Koi Fish Facts. Packed away in a corner of my past life lays a cross-stitched gift of koi in a pond from an old friend, Auntie Stas. Koi in a pond aren't likely to happen here. Koi in a letter from Davia more than makes up for it. Ain't mail cool? Thank you, Davia. You're one of my favorite artists. Don't forget to sign your work, okay? Artists always sign their creations. *grin*
How's your mail flow lately? Good, I hope.