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what ARE we? but stories

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really.  What ARE we,  but stories.   

There are so many words that crowd around,  looking for place,  to TELL.

 

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Old Cowboy.  Annette,  the Hospice Nurse.  Bill,  Alz B's son.   They each have stories.  

 

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Mitch and Karen,  his across the street neighbors.

 

All of us have stories and many,  i don't even know.  Probably never will.

 

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Why do we Continue?  

 

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a very small piece of weaving that Jude sent somewhere along the line and this last week when i was dusting the Altar i didn't put it back flat and here it looks really,  like a being of some kind and i could make a story of that too

But i came home today,  worn out,  and sat.  Thinking about all the stories,  mine included that i could WRITE,  TELL.

But that REALLY,  Metta.

May we be safe

May we be happy

May we be healthy

May we live

live

live with

ease. 

 

The stories are wonderFULL and GOOD and yes,  but what it comes down to is Metta.  I am beginning to live inside Metta.  

GO LOOK.  juliestockler.blogspot.com    threadingthedog.blogspot.com

 

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25 responses to “what ARE we? but stories”

  1. Michelle in NYC Avatar
    Michelle in NYC

    I love the pictures….but Me too…tired of the stories really, especially my own. Tonight I kept passing out and catching myself at the Zen sitting, then I got ‘bumped’ for an interview, then wandered home in a daze feeling empty. Feeling off center and frayed.
    Here’s Julies link
    http://juliestockler.blogspot.com/2015/06/the-thing-i-no-longer-fear.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ThreadingTheDog+%28+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Threading+the+Dog%29

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  2. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    it’s so good to just let go of the stories. . .there are times when they matter. . .but looking at your pictures today, I see a marking of life. . .a milestone. . .and he looks glad to be there with all of you, the old cowboy. . . .and isn’t that enough? to have others to mark our days with. . .

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  3. grace Avatar
    grace

    EMPTY. nice. Empty.
    i walked over to neighbor Margie’s because i saw her granddaughter Raya, running…flitting about…while i was pounding in the plastic on my bedroom window
    and Raya showed me her lady bug whose name is Margie Grace, is in a bottle and she let her loose but she climbed right back on her wrist

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  4. grace Avatar
    grace

    yes. Marking days. Marking days.

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  5. Nanette Avatar
    Nanette

    I loved seeing the pictures too…happiness is the right cake remembered. He doesn’t look like I imagined, I have always pictured a robust John Wayne
    type ….although I know you’ve said he’s failing. And Alz B’s Bill, what a lovely face.

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  6. patriciaspangler47@gmail.com Avatar
    patriciaspangler47@gmail.com

    you’ve captured so much here. i’m delighted to see OCB. like Nanette i pictured john wayne–but now i can imagine better when you share thoughts and stories. i’m thinking now about tree rings. the story they tell. dry years, wet years, storms, infestations, age. and then remember how i used to count the scars on my own body, reminders, marks of events. and i’m thinking all of this is so temporal and only means what we ascribe to it at any point in time. but there is that one thing, that one thing…and no, i cannot put a word to it. but

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  7. patriciaspangler47@gmail.com Avatar
    patriciaspangler47@gmail.com

    the tv screen. the pictures on the walls and shelves. and mm under the desk and OCB with his pointy birthday hat. oh my.

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  8. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    A day in the life of and sometimes, the story simply unfolds without words as in,
    2nd photo: OCB, party hat tilted on his head, watching his Westerns.
    5th photo: the joy of birthday cake and candles, candle glow reflected in his glasses and maybe, a glimpse of a little boy, long ago.
    May we live with quiet joys and receive kindness.

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  9. Mo Crow Avatar
    Mo Crow

    you tell good stories Grace!

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  10. .cynthia Avatar
    .cynthia

    his walking away..the thin old man legs .. the white socks ..pictures on the wall.. the smile on bill’s face while the OC and annette continue to eat your delicious lasagna….for days to be marked and to be acknowledged
    the birthday hats here and the easter bonnets at threading the dog…
    so much captured
    gentle day grace

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  11. jude Avatar
    jude

    a we all live in peace long enough to see this little cloth fall apart.

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  12. Michelle in NYC Avatar
    Michelle in NYC

    What a pretty thought.

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  13. me-ml Avatar
    me-ml

    Know something, sugar? Stories only happen to people who can tell them. – Allan Gurganus
    wink!
    What a lovely gift to give, a birthday party! your ease of generosity is admirable!
    (oh, and was surprised to see he has a CAT !)

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  14. tracy Avatar
    tracy

    He’s so dear. It’s like we’ve met this person we’ve been hearing about for so long. Is Annette the bath lady? Good woman. What nice neighbors! But that cake is the best. He looks so happy and the cake looks like the best cake in the world.

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  15. grace Avatar
    grace

    he was never robust. Had congenital things…but nonetheless, became the cowboy he could become.

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  16. grace Avatar
    grace

    yes. it’s the one thing. yes. absolutely.

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  17. grace Avatar
    grace

    his world.

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  18. grace Avatar
    grace

    the candles in his glasses…
    he said he never had a cake with candles before

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  19. grace Avatar
    grace

    i live stories then tell it

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  20. grace Avatar
    grace

    his walking away. we were Waiting. Annette the nurse said sometime between 12 and 2 oclock, she didn’t know. so we were just passing time, him, over at his nemesis, the dvd pirating machine that he can’t figure out, is obcessed with and me watching his obcession unfold for the millionth time
    those skinny legs, one so much more since birth, watching him
    move is really Something. The socks…he cuts them off. I gave him
    the shorts for his birthday. Shorts and a flannel jacket.

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  21. grace Avatar
    grace

    yes. the little cloth, give up the ghost.

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  22. grace Avatar
    grace

    I love that you call me sugar….
    Wink!
    a Cat??????? Where do you see a Cat?????????????????????????

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  23. grace Avatar
    grace

    nope. Anette is the Hospice RN. and she is. very good. but she leaves this next week and we will have a NEW one.
    the neighbors…they are just the finest. Not a lot of interaction, but they keep a close eye on him. Would call if anything seemed
    different from his routine.

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  24. me-ml Avatar
    me-ml

    blowup photo of couch-leaning against the arm, a tuxedo cat. 😀 no?!

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  25. saskia Avatar
    saskia

    ‘just’ turning up and being there for him (and for you), i mean basically what more can we do for one another

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