Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
"Write a scene in which a woman is fired after only a week on the job. Just a week earlier, the same person who is now firing her was very persuasive in convincing her to take the job"
"I am WHAT?" Brooklyn exclaimed! "Only a week ago, you convinced me to come to work for you, even when I was hesitant. Now, all of a sudden, you are letting me go?"
As Brooklyn walked away from the building on 72nd Street and Broadway, a deep sadness filled her. Even after wondering about taking this job in the first place, she had felt herself falling into a pleasant routine. She had looked forward to getting up and going to work. She had enjoyed the walk home each day in the coolness of the fall afternoons.
Today, on her walk home, she kept sighing and wondering why she was fired.
She went over and over everything that had transpired in the past week and all she could come up with were positive experiences.
As she walked into her tiny apartment, stepped out of her shoes, and laid the keys to her apartment on the table, she merely glanced at the sign of the fish on her key ring.
Several years ago, John boy bought me a writing journal. Unlike most journals, this one has a topic for 642 days! I have been trying to do a page a day for awhile now, and thought I would share some of the stories with you. After writing today's story, I decided to post it first....kind of like my blogs...we will go backwards!
Today's assignment was...."Write a short story that is set in Argentina in 1932, in which a teacup plays a crucial role."
THE TEA CUP
As the sun came up over my beautiful homeland...Argentina...I sat on my porch, teacup and tea in hand. I looked across the vast expanse of land that had been my home for as long as I could remember. I was born here in 1842.
Now I was leaving.
I sat in the old swing and sipped my tea out of the same cup from which I had sipped since I was a little girl, sitting here with my Mother.
Mother had a matching tea cup, which I had buried with her. I always felt so grown up sitting here with her...tea cup in hand. Of course in those days, it was more milk than tea!
Now I was old and there were "those" who thought me too old to run the ranch anymore, but what do "they "know?
As I sat sipping and swinging, I looked across the land I had called home for 90 years, and saw...my Mother! Coming for me! Teacup in hand!
How do you find it?
What does it feel like?
What does it do for you?
If you lose it, how do you get it back?
I have thought a lot about these questions lately. Seems like joy is an illusive feeling that all of us want but seem to find so hard to have. Every time I hear someone say "I just want to be happy", or "I just want my children--spouse--friend to be happy", it sounds as if being happy is the ultimate goal of every human being. It's to be had, no matter the cost.
Advertisements even suggest that everyone is entitled to happiness. They imply that if you don't have a certain "thing" you can't be happy. The only way to happiness is to get what you "deserve." The words "happy" and "happen" have the same root. "Happy" is a condition of everything "happening" the way you want it to, which very rarely "happens."
"You asked for it...you got it."
"Don't settle for less when you deserve more."
"How to ask for the raise you deserve."
"Give her the home she deserves."
I could go on but you get the picture. I covet joy....real joy. The joy that only comes from the Lord. Happiness is fleeting. Joy is something you can carry deep inside you all the time, no matter your circumstances. That is what I pray for, both for myself and all of you.
The good thing about remaining joyful is that, every now and then, the Lord throws in a totally unexpected HAPPY! How wonderful is that!
My favorite time of the year is here! Oh...it's still hot outside, but every now and then, I get a glimpse of what is coming---I see one bright red leaf lying on the walking path early in the morning.
I hear a sound that tells me, it's almost here.....the cicadas at night and sometimes during the day!
I smell something on the air that subtlety tells me, it's right around the corner....wood smoke or cinnamon.
I recently had to get a new phone. My carrier said they were going to cut my old one off because it was obsolete! Why do they care how old my phone is! John boy said I could have anything I wanted printed on the case, so this is what I chose.
Cicada 04 . oil on wood panel . Amos Oaks . 2020
"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." Lucy Maude Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables) My favorite author and my favorite book.
Here are some other Autumn quotes:
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
"Listen! The wind is rising and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!"
"There are two times of the year. Autumn. And waiting for Autumn."
"And all at once, summer collapsed into fall." Oscar Wilde
"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple."
"Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I was a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." George Eliot
And I will end with this one...
"Like summer I can be hot. Like winter I can be cold. Like spring I can be warm.
Like Autumn I can be......"