Wouldn't you just love to sleep under the stars in this grand old dame...
simple, yet elegant beds of old...wonder what the foot board would've
looked like...I went to my fave haunt yesterday, didn't get much cause I forgot my checkbook...
oh the horror!!!
I didn't go shopping under the stars yesterday either, though I did drive a few streets, but most of the heaps were mattresses and fake Walmart furniture and TV cabinets...and I pondered at what a throw-away society we had become...
I watched a program last night on PBS...a woman half Vietnamese, half American...a product of our invasion of Vietnam, wanted to seek out her roots and meet her Vietnamese mother and family...well you can just imagine what happens...
She was adopted by an American family and lived in the states all her life...then thrown into the family culture of Vietnam, she was smothered by loving kisses and hugs from ALL of her family, you could sense a tension in her, then it was seeing her mother's home, cooking with wood, no air-conditioning, rough shack in a neighborhood with chickens and dogs and kids running free...
She was afraid and confused...went to the fish market and couldn't believe these people ate this stuff...more confusion...
Then the family asked for her financial support to help with the caring of the family and their mother...
...she was mortified and hurt...
A stranger to her own flesh and blood, she couldn't wait to leave, to get back to the states...
and normalcy...
Define that please...when did we get so normal, that families and lifestyles are just throwaways...
She never had contact with her family again and a mother filled with guilt from the adoption, the child with an American, the disgrace of a life scorned by her own people and a war
and poverty...
Like the beautiful Victorian headboard, a throw-away...yet there is purpose there...
some see the beauty, some don't...
but this is what makes our lives whole, the choices we make...
are we willing to grow and accept what we have...or
are we still searching...and for what!?
It's those damned Jones again...
simple, yet elegant beds of old...wonder what the foot board would've
looked like...I went to my fave haunt yesterday, didn't get much cause I forgot my checkbook...
oh the horror!!!
I didn't go shopping under the stars yesterday either, though I did drive a few streets, but most of the heaps were mattresses and fake Walmart furniture and TV cabinets...and I pondered at what a throw-away society we had become...
I watched a program last night on PBS...a woman half Vietnamese, half American...a product of our invasion of Vietnam, wanted to seek out her roots and meet her Vietnamese mother and family...well you can just imagine what happens...
She was adopted by an American family and lived in the states all her life...then thrown into the family culture of Vietnam, she was smothered by loving kisses and hugs from ALL of her family, you could sense a tension in her, then it was seeing her mother's home, cooking with wood, no air-conditioning, rough shack in a neighborhood with chickens and dogs and kids running free...
She was afraid and confused...went to the fish market and couldn't believe these people ate this stuff...more confusion...
Then the family asked for her financial support to help with the caring of the family and their mother...
...she was mortified and hurt...
A stranger to her own flesh and blood, she couldn't wait to leave, to get back to the states...
and normalcy...
Define that please...when did we get so normal, that families and lifestyles are just throwaways...
She never had contact with her family again and a mother filled with guilt from the adoption, the child with an American, the disgrace of a life scorned by her own people and a war
and poverty...
Like the beautiful Victorian headboard, a throw-away...yet there is purpose there...
some see the beauty, some don't...
but this is what makes our lives whole, the choices we make...
are we willing to grow and accept what we have...or
are we still searching...and for what!?
It's those damned Jones again...