Wizards and seeds

Photo by jppi, compliments of morguefile.com

Photo by jppi, compliments of morguefile.com

Sunday around noon we looked out the window. Locust tree seeds were flying. For more than half an hour they literally filled the air, seeds floating like snowflakes everywhere you looked. I thought of the massive locust at the corner of the bee yard. Myself, I would have been depressed. Tempted to a little melancholy. My year’s work, floating off so quickly and all to where? The point was planting a tree. But what were the chances? It’s not like the wind had a plan with all those drifting, wafting little bits of possibility it was throwing around like confetti.

Later I needed fresh air and alone time. My Adirondack chairs aren’t here yet so I got help to carry the worn blue recliner from the house out to the grass underneath the red maple. I brought my notebook and some books. Girl two saw and took off running. I was reaching for my book when she appeared, her own book in hand, climbing up over the arm of the chair.

What are you doing? I asked.

Snuggling, she said grinning, confident she was pleasing me.

I came out here to read, I said.

Me too, she said. So far I’m here. She pointed to a spot on the page of her book. Would you like to read to me?

I took a deep breath and lied. Of course, I said.

We read and laughed until the lie was true.

There is a place inside me, I said by way of moving on to parting, that is just for you. It is a very happy part of me because it is a space belonging to and completely filled by loving you.

She did not pause to picture the place unless she pictured it very quickly.

How much of you is it? she asked.

That’s a tricky question, I said giving myself time to do the math (four kids, my husband, everything else I care about…).

Is my space half? she wanted to know.

No, I said. I watched her face fall and something in me was called forth. No it isn’t half. Your space is bigger than the moon.

That’s not  possible, she said trying to hide her delight. That’s bigger than you are.

Ah, but love doesn’t work that way. It’s magical. Love is bigger than we are. Much, much bigger than we are. The spaces for it have to be extremely big to fit it in.

 

After that she left and I didn’t feel sad for the tree anymore. I wondered where I could buy wizard suits for the children. I feel them sometimes, intentionally or inadvertently, siphoning blood from my veins, asking to share my tiniest spaces. For everybody’s sake, there are times to guard the spaces. There are also times to let them in. To let them wave their enchanted wands. The ones that makes us so much better than we started out to be.

2 Comments to Wizards and seeds

  1. Margaret Rose Realy, Obl Osb says:

    You made me cry with delight for love!

  2. Barbara Shay says:

    What a delight!