Stain-glass Eyes

Elizabeth at Work My daughter, Elizabeth, flew in a few days ago from California.  She booked her flight with Spirit Airlines. Some of my readers may already be saying to themselves, “I know where this is going…”  I’ve heard many stories about families who have been put out by Spirit Airlines and swear, “I’ll NEVER fly Spirit again!”  Those were Elizabeth’s words, too.   Elizabeth was to fly into Detroit on Tuesday, the 16th.  Her flight was cancelled and she couldn’t reschedule a flight until Thursday-late.  Very late.  On Thursday, she still wasn’t sure if the plane would take off and the story goes on and on.  Inconvenience, frustration, anger, resentment…we both went through a barrage of emotions.  The biggest being sheer disappointment.  She arrived at 1:30 a.m. on Friday.  Seeing her exit the luggage-arrival area made my heart leap.  Nothing else mattered.  We were together and the past and future didn’t even push its way into our happiness at being with

Shaheen, a man I recently met, took me by surprise. He was intense and passionate about life and not embarrassed about his personality.   He said he was seventy and his mother died at forty-six and he had to take each day of his life as a gift.  He has traveled forty-some countrys, speaks three languages and understands three more.   We met when we both stopped by a Ground-Cover-person to donate money for her homelessness recovery.  It got the two of us started on a conversation about conversing with people.   He said, “I don’t want to bother with preliminaries.  I have no time for small talk.  I want to talk to interesting people who are not afraid to be themselves and have no pre-conceived ideas about someone they meet.” His honesty was refreshing. His intensity when speaking was unusual.  He kept constant eye-contact and didn’t hesitate to disagree with anything I said.  So, I didn’t hesitate to do the same with him.  I met his wife and sister-in-law brief

I’ve been making small fairy dwellings the past few months.  I got hooked when I found a little log cabin at a re-sale shop.  I thought, “This would be a perfect fairy house!”  It has a little switch that makes a tiny bulb inside light up.  There’s a small chimney made of little stones, two windows with wooden shutters, and a little porch that the roof covers as it slants down and over, held up by two narrow beams.   I spent a week of evenings gluing on small pieces of beach-glass and stones to the roof, sides and front porch floor.  Piece by tiny piece I fit and blended until I liked the looks.  It takes patience but I like to create.  Especially things I don’t have to follow a rule of thumb.  I like to start and finish somewhere totally unexpected from where I begin. Gnome's Little Cave I think I need to back up in my story, though.  I’ve always loved the thought of fairies existing and had a few imaginary friends as a child. (even an imaginary hors