We drive up the mountain. Travel the winding road through saguaro forest. Vegetation changing as we climb toward the upper elevation.
And pine trees.
Cool air.
Rock.
We drive up the mountain. Travel the winding road through saguaro forest. Vegetation changing as we climb toward the upper elevation.
And pine trees.
Cool air.
Rock.
It was a last-minute wedding. An unforgettable event. Singing about true love. And walking through the unexpected.
The love song put me and my guitar there that day. In the old sanctuary with its stained glass windows and antique pews.
The church secretary had called a few days before.
A young couple was engaged to be married. The young man had just received military orders and would be shipped out the following week. So they’d decided to get married that weekend. Would I sing?
The simple Indonesian rice bowl broke.
It was a “free with purchase of dish detergent” blue and white china bowl. So common and ordinary. A reminder of my childhood.
But it slipped from my hands, hit the marble countertop in our Delhi flat and broke in two. The last straw in a long day, week, month…year.
And I broke.
Ordinary, simple vessel on the floor in pieces.