Usual, Ordinary Beauty

kissing children

Life is filled with ordinary beauty. 

The soft gray of a female cardinal swaying on a wind-rustled lilac bush.

A silver moon veiled by clouds ragged and thin as midnight prayers.

Nature offers these gifts freely.

Love carries its own blessings.

This weekend Jack and I strolled the farmers market.  An ordinary Saturday.  Except that, when your husband has PTSD and what doctor’s call mild dementia, and diabetes, and has had several small strokes, well, a day wandering the market is not to be taken lightly.  

We always agree on a place to meet if we get separated.  So, when I looked up from admiring a pottery bowl with a Rorschach salmon in its depth and Jack was nowhere to be found, I wasn’t worried. Thirty minutes later, I was concerned.  The market is one square block and Jack is six foot tall and was wearing a bright yellow Marine Corp cap.

I found him on my fourth sweep, at the opposite end of the market from our agreed upon meeting place.  He was sitting on a bench, looking confused, and clutching a small bouquet of purple flowers.  When I spoke his name, he looked up.  There hung a long moment while he placed himself and me, remembered where he was, who I was.  Then his face lit with a wide smile that lit his eyes.  He lifted his arms to present me with the flowers and my heart broke with the usual, ordinary beauty of the moment.

About Author and Speaker Pamela Foster

Pamela Foster is a speaker and author. Her first book, Redneck Goddess, is available at local bookstores and on Amazon. Her second book, Bigfoot Blues, will be available in August 2012.
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4 Responses to Usual, Ordinary Beauty

  1. A holistic therapist friend of mine has a term for situations that are extraordinary in their ordinariness: “How usual.” Seems fitting. Blessings.

  2. t h i n g s + f l e s h says:

    thoughtful and expressive. thank you for taking me along with you to your meeting place. tony

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