Together they went to arrange her funeral. Wearily they returned home only to find,
parked out front, a Harley with a side car and a classic Mustang convertible –
top down. Lifting her weakened body from
the car, their friends carried her and then snuggled her in the Harley’s side
car wing. With goggles and blankets, a
classic escort, she sprouted wings of her own and flew with the wind to sit
with the waterfalls.
Such a simple act of grace, compassion, laughter and
truth. I, who confess I am a squirrel,
forever stuffing treasures in my pockets, ask you sweet Hands of Life, for yet
two more pockets (and perhaps a stronger belt to hold my pants). To carry with me always, a pair of goggles
and a side car. Would it not be grand to
imagine putting goggles on the faces of all those I see during the day and
lifting them into a side car to let them fly and then sit by the waterfall? Why should they have to wait? And if they cannot believe, my arms will
still carry.
Yes, my child, why do
you wait? Put on your goggles, time to
ride……… My arms will still carry.
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