Friday, October 22, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Collaboration!: Joy D'Ashby speaks: Piles and Piles of Suitcases
Collaboration!: Joy D'Ashby speaks: Piles and Piles of Suitcases: "Oh my! How did Sadie get so many? The pile is so high being overwhelmed is the best she can do. 'Where do I start'? 'Which one do I open fi..."
Joy D'Ashby speaks: Piles and Piles of Suitcases
Oh my! How did Sadie get so many? The pile is so high being overwhelmed is the best she can do. "Where do I start"? "Which one do I open first"?
Sadie approaches the pile; the closer she gets the more emotional she becomes. "There is so much pain mixed with so much joy" she exclaims. A few cases are selected and set aside. Time to take a deep breath and see what's inside the few she has chosen.
Memories, life experiences! This is all they are. Why be so afraid? Why be so angry? God is here, taking this journey and at times carrying all the hurt and pain.
Bread sacks! These weren't just any bread sacks, they were boots to keep Sadie and her brother and sisters feet dry. Rubber bands too, to hold them up. Sadie wrinkles her forehead. The memories are getting jumbled up as far as the time frame is concerned. She just remembers the house. Big, with a basement. Empty liquor bottles, no food and hand me downs.
This suitcase seems like nothing more than a trash memory when a Bible is uncovered. Sadie grins. her brother pretended to be a preacher man. Cardboard pulpit, box for an altar, song service, and even an altar call. Sadie's heart is tender to the day she is thinking about. Her brother at 10 or 11 years old preached a pretty good sermon and Sadie remembers praying to the cardboard alter and crying out to God to save her parents. They needed a Savior so badly.
Sadie would cry many more tears for her loved ones to find salvation, both family and her husband who would choose to go a different path leaving her alone. Sadie closes the suitcase. She's done for now. Her reflection pointed out to her she manages to always find herself in relationships with people like her parents, somewhat self serving and unavailable to her when she really would need them. She is angry for not making better choices.
Sadie is so grateful for the Bible in the case. It was a good find. A good memory since her brother became a full time pastor. She is intrigued by the only memories that seem to brighten her thoughts are directly connected to God and church.
Tomorrow is another day. Another suitcase will be opened and she will face the fears of this on head on. Sade behaves as if she knows the contents and it doesn't look like she's too excited to open it.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Collaboration!: Perspective!
Collaboration!: Perspective!: "Maybe we shouldn't complain so much! When we say God Bless America....HE DOES!!"
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Collaboration!: Joy D'Ashby speaks: Fragments
Collaboration!: Joy D'Ashby speaks: Fragments: "This suitcase is small. The contents are minimal at best. A pair of shoes, shiny and black, baking soda and water for the first bee sting, p..."
Joy D'Ashby speaks: Fragments
This suitcase is small. The contents are minimal at best. A pair of shoes, shiny and black, baking soda and water for the first bee sting, ping pong paddles, huckleberries and a handkerchief.
Sadie wrinkles her forehead trying to connect with the articles in the little case. They seem so random yet as she reflects, she expresses pain and some torment.
Remembering a lot of alcohol beside her father and her mother's constant whining/badgering tone, suddenly the pain is relived; the violence toward her mother begins with a lot of yelling, the cat gets kicked across the room and then the hitting starts.
Why won't her mother just drop the subject? HE'S DRUNK for Pete's sake! Off to the woods where a little man made slide is tucked away in the trees. Sadie slides, eating huckleberries and waiting for the storm inside the house to end. The storm didn't end, it wouldn't until she left home.
The handkerchief, aaaahhhhhh, soft and clean, would dab the tears from Sadies face. Her face and bottom are hot. Tears and welts. Mom wouldn't stop and Sadie felt the need to protect her mother. It backfired and the belt came out. This is the suitcase where Sadie was labeled a rebel, smartalek, and a brat.
The labels were wrong! Many years and God's tremendous grace and mercy would bring that to light one day while taking a moral inventory of her life.
Sadie wrinkles her forehead trying to connect with the articles in the little case. They seem so random yet as she reflects, she expresses pain and some torment.
Remembering a lot of alcohol beside her father and her mother's constant whining/badgering tone, suddenly the pain is relived; the violence toward her mother begins with a lot of yelling, the cat gets kicked across the room and then the hitting starts.
Why won't her mother just drop the subject? HE'S DRUNK for Pete's sake! Off to the woods where a little man made slide is tucked away in the trees. Sadie slides, eating huckleberries and waiting for the storm inside the house to end. The storm didn't end, it wouldn't until she left home.
The handkerchief, aaaahhhhhh, soft and clean, would dab the tears from Sadies face. Her face and bottom are hot. Tears and welts. Mom wouldn't stop and Sadie felt the need to protect her mother. It backfired and the belt came out. This is the suitcase where Sadie was labeled a rebel, smartalek, and a brat.
The labels were wrong! Many years and God's tremendous grace and mercy would bring that to light one day while taking a moral inventory of her life.
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