last week, before paul and i went eye glasses shopping, we stopped into an antique store near our house. i found the above postcard that was addressed to Miss Wilma Daurning but never sent from Roy Daurning (whom I will assume was her brother). i think Wilma would've loved to get this postcard. alas: it ended up in my hands, and ever since i laid eyes on it i can't seem to stop hearing the story it tells.
we all grow up. we are once babies and we become who we are today. once i was walking the streets of the district of columbia (or was i at a nightclub?) and a beautiful black man stopped me and said: you look just like the actress from "Live and Let Become." first of all, a beautiful black man can stop me any day. second of all, thank you! thank you for seeing me as someone who allows life to become of me, to become because the day calls me to; someone who actively leaves her house everyday if only to become more of who she is before she returns home. who races her friends in the barnyard. who frequents nightclubs and bookstores and the bus line and the classroom just to let herself become.
you cannot find yourself in one place, or limit yourself to one center of existence. you must live and let yourself become. you must grow: organically; seek: a broad horizon; chase: the chance that you will love your life; nurture: yourself and the true self of others.
[a card made over the weekend. the inside reads: grow where you are planted. image transfer technique taught to me by marilyn. card to be seen soon in my shop]
i was so incredibly blessed with the privilege to help care for my grandmother this weekend while i was home for thanksgiving. talk about giving thanks. wow. thank your grandmother's for their constant commitment to love you (and your parent) just the way you are. and thank life for it's cycles. for it's faithfulness to nurturing our lives. i will never forget the hours and hours that my grandmother spent scratching my back growing up. you could always depend on sitting beside her and getting just a little bit of extra love. her soft hand was quickly attracted to your stiff back; the back of your exhausted body was so cared for by her. i am quick to tell you of the blessing it was to give back a bit to her. to get her ready for thanksgiving day. to help her maneuver around the busy household of her children (she has seven...18.104.22.168.5.6.7...) and their families. to have her tears during grace pull at my heartstrings. she is a beauty: humble and graceful and still so nurturing. even when you're caring for her she is fully caring for you. nurture. and nurture. and nurture some more.
so off i go into this week. strong and smart and fully stephanie, but soft, and learning, too. asking and knowing and trusting. settling in and gearing up for change. celebrating love. nurturing. and nurturing. and nurturing some more.