CHUCKY AND THE PEONIES
written Spring 2008
What is beauty? Well It is love Chucky .
Beauty started for me as a child clinging to grandma's cotton apron, pressing my face into its crisp ,ironed cleaness, sharing with her the joy of a peony. The huge glorious perfection of a peony, ivory white with tinges of pink. It overflowed from my cupped hands. Such a precious gift. I am not worthy of this beauty I think. With a smile and hug Grandma presents the peony to me with love.
A gift of beauty from love.
This monent between tiny child and gentle old farm woman is forever etched in my mind. never forgotten, carried around in a special place in my heart reserved for the most happiest of moments, the most loving moments. Did she know she would be forever remembered this way?
Did you know how I will forever remember you?
Chucky, you are forever in the most special place in my heart reserved for those I love the most. You are with Grandma.. You both are my peonies that bloom in the spring.They are glorious and magnificent , lovingly tended in memory to the woman who so touched my soul and formed my spirit
How fitting that peonies mark both your graves.
Chucky, you live in my heart.You live on in your influence on my very person.My actions and words speak of you, honor you.
Grandma left her legacy within me. Her gentle soul instilled in me a love and respect for animals and nature. She took me to a quiet place in my heart, the most holy of places where my true essence lived. With her I was truly me..powerful in my recognition of the beauty of life and how love surrounds us in the everyday.
This is where, in my quiet soul, in my true spirit..we are bonded Chucky. You changed me , allowed me to rediscover the beauty and love I had lost. Grandma gave me a enormous gift which I let slip away . You gave her gift back to me.
You broke my heart Chucky and by doing so taught me how to love again.
You are my love....My beauty....My peony.
I walk in the woods we walked together.The stillness of the woods surround me, the purity of the bird songs, the murmur of goat-speak, the soft roar of leaves moving together in treetops. I run my hand over Bobs coat, press my face against his, close my eyes and you are there. In my mind, in my soul..You , grandma, all the others who touched me so deeply in life, are here beside me , within me.
You pass thru me in the softest of breezes, in the stillness of the woods I realize you have not left me. We are forever connected. You are my love and it is all around me . In the joy and beauty of my life..you are forever there.
Precious Chucky you are my peony.
Forever my gift...My love...My beauty.