Chihuly Blue

A work from famed glass artist Chihuly

A work from famed glass artist Chihuly

I left the Carefree desert eleven days ago. After time in Northern Virginia visiting sis and family, I’ve now been home five days….physically anyway. I’ll admit to feeling quite off…maybe even a bit lost. I know it will take some time to get to a new normal here in Middle Earth. Already, my heart aches for the intense blue skies of Carefree and of course, I miss my evening ritual of a glass of white wine and viewing the spectacular sunset from my mother’s roof-top.

Yes, I’m feeling off…sort of like a Dale Chihuly glass work in stunning blues that I saw at the Desert Botanical Gardens during a rare outing with mom in Phoenix;  I’m a fragile, yet strong, jumble of emotions twirling in every direction.  Point in fact, I haven’t fully unpacked yet. For those who know me, that’s astounding. Aside from the mental fog that I continue to be in, there’s a good reason my suitcases still await emptying. When I left in March, winter clothes were still in drawers or hanging at the nearest reach in my closet. Now I’ve got to go through the process of re-arranging and shifting things around and, truthfully folks, I just don’t have it in me….not after three months of trying to de-clutter and prepare 9,000 square ft. of house for sale. As a side note, there is still lots to be done on the Carefree front, but it was imperative that this tired soul have a respite. Sis and family will spend a couple of weeks visiting mom and they’ll have a chance to continue the clearing process.

For now, I’m still stepping over piles of clothes and suitcases. Maybe by the weekend I’ll have things in their proper places….or…as I told Rocket-man, if I drag my feet long enough it will be autumn and time for all things long-sleeved again! He enjoyed a deep belly laugh over this plan…perhaps knowing that is so unlike me….or maybe because it’s brilliant?! Still even better, perhaps I’ll have half this pile of clothes in bags by the curb going to Goodwill.

Despite my heavy heart over the events of the last three months, I can smile at this homecoming. For one thing, a certain four-legged friend did not forget me!  Yes….the Poodle went wild with excitement when he laid eyes on me. He was in the car, along with Rocket-man of course, meeting me at Dulles International Airport when I flew into Northern Virginia. Poodle literally catapulted himself over the seat –something he has never done–trying to get to me. It warmed my heart for a thousand Sundays!  And Rocket-man? He hugged the dark fog out of me and promised I wouldn’t have to cook for a week. What more could a woman want after living three months on another planet?

2 thoughts on “Chihuly Blue

  1. This was particularly well worded. Well, actually, it was particularly deep in it’s resonance…therefore…how do they say it? The deeper the colors the richer the image… Love to you…M.


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