Mary had been in a dark place for about a month. She could not seem to break through into the light. Everything she did was a struggle. Depression hovered around Mary despite her best efforts at rebuking it and using all the Christian tools that should set her free.
She thought perhaps if she could identify what was at the core of this depression she would remain stuck. At first Mary thought the problem was her routine life which had become almost a prison to her. Mary had prayed ceaselessly for contentment. What Mary realized was that sometimes faith meant you just kept doing what you were doing despite your feelings. So she had continued on robotically walking through each day believing and trusting God despite her emotional discontent.
Day passed one into another. Life was speeding by at such an accelerated rate, Mary felt, as you got older. Looking in the mirror she saw new lines, more puffiness, and a toughness she didn’t like. She looked around at those other people in her age bracket. Some seemed to have retained a sense of youthful beauty but there were others like herself that life’s trials had toughened. It made Mary sad.
During this time Mary awoke one morning with a dream that reflected her personal attitude towards herself. It was a breakthrough. Despite the revelation it was painful for Mary to consider. Why, you might ask? Mary’s dream suggested that a part of her did not want to participate in life anymore because of its woundedness. The distressing thing Mary recognized from her dream was that the person responsible for her lesions was herself. She had long recognized that when no one else was around to do the job Mary was pretty good at inflicting pain upon herself.
However, this new insight displayed Mary’s fear of being vulnerable. A part of Mary did not want to participate in life for fear of being hurt more and more. Mary saw a repetition of failure after failure in which she was the one being hurt – by her own tendency to run from situations and individuals! She was the one that she looked at in the mirror and felt the shame and hurt from her own hands! No one else was there to do the damage but herself!
Now what? What could she do? What should she do to remedy this abusive tendency? Years of studying had taught Mary that the abused becomes the abuser! It was now evident that the abused was abusing herself in her reactions to people and places where she felt rejection or the potential of it. What was worse was that her dream revealed that a part of Mary had disengaged from this reality because it didn’t want to be hurt again!
When Mary looked in the mirror she saw coarseness there, a result of what she had inflicted upon herself. She had lost the gentleness she felt she once had in dealing with others and herself. No wonder she was running from herself! She didn’t like who she had become or how she was hurting herself and her self-image. There didn’t seem to be anyway out!
No wonder why she felt stuck and imprisoned in the rest of her life! She was caught in a struggle within herself! Of course, it seemed hopeless but Mary knew God had the answer for her. She was grateful for these fresh (albeit painful) insights. There was hope at the end of the tunnel, and that hope was in her God.
Grief filled Mary’s heart partially a result of this reflection and partially knowing that something had to die here and it might have to be the reactionary individual within her who continually felt threatened and fearful of making the right choices. A doubt-mindedness had developed that made Mary question every decision and every relationship she had. As a result, out of fear of making the wrong judgement Mary often would run from these situations and people and then return after a period. She didn’t like herself for doing this. What must people think when she hedged back and forth? Mary shook her head. The answer was not in a moment but would take God’s touch upon her. Mary would wait and wait she did.
Mary didn’t have as long to wait as she thought. The taste of God’s presence came in the mail that very same day! Some Joyce Meyer literature that arrived reminded Mary she was not” built for guilt”! Meyer referred to the fruits of this guilt as a “low-lying black cloud”! It was exactly the way Mary would have described her mood these last weeks. Mary realized that she had to stop focusing on all the things she saw wrong with herself and rejoice in the victories in her life, as Joyce suggested.
Mary had come a long way from the woman in Toronto to the woman she was now. She had not only survived but thrived during that time! The small package of mail from Joyce Meyer had encouraged Mary to fight back and see the good in herself. God had begun and continued to do a good work in her. Mary knew this. She was going to fight back! She wasn’t going to take this condemnation – for scripture promised there was now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus! She had got caught up in Satan’s lying. She would put a stop to this. With that Mary made a silent prayer. Thank you Lord for who I am, thank you. With that Mary realized the low-lying dark cloud had lifted! God had come. He had revealed the condemnation and lies Mary had come under. Mary breathed a sigh of relief.
The words of a scripture passage whispered softly in ear, Who shall separate us from the love of God.... and Mary replied just as softly, there is no one, not one, nothing that will separate me from your love, Lord. She smiled then, sat back in her chair, nourished by the these words and satiated by this love.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The Neighbours
What was amiss turned out to be quite surprisingly painful for Mary, more painful than she would have imagined. It seems like it was hardly 8 months or so ago that the neighbours next door had moved in. She was Philippine and her mate was American. They had moved up here with two small children from somewhere below the border. They had been very shy, quiet, and reserved. The two boys were about 3 and 7 years of age. As a result, they were outside a lot playing.
They moved into the second story of a house that was constantly being rented out. It was remarkable to Mary how often people moved in and out next door. If the individuals were there for two years that would be amazing. Most often Mary figured that the renters stayed approximately one year or so. This latest family came in an uneventful manner but Mary’s heart was torn for the need she saw there. The hush, hush of the whole situation made Mary curious. However, she could see they were not open to questions and she wasn’t a gossip so she never hung over the fence investigating. It was far easier to mind your own business. Life was like that; Mary thought to herself, most people want you to mind your own affairs as much as you wanted to! Because the people were always so transient in that house Mary didn’t let it disturb her about the new tenants.
Over the next months though Mary would talk to the kids when she saw them in the yard and retrieve their ball which often bounced into her enclosure. On occasion she would see and talk to the young mother who was thin and small but always smiling. Her husband or partner didn’t say much at all and seemed scared.
It was during these months that Mary would bring up loaves of fresh bread that were given to her from a friend who volunteered at the local food bank in Amherstburg. Mary figured with two children she could use the bread. The kids, it turned out, loved the bread toasted with peanut butter. Other than this Mary didn’t intrude into their life.
It was only at Christmas that Mary and Robin wrote a card and put some money in it to give them as a gift. It was the least she could do. Mary had been so surprised to receive the loveliest of thank you notes from the woman. It broke Mary’s heart because it had not been a big gift because they hadn’t much to give them. However, afterwards Mary wished she had given the family more.
Little had transpired during the cold dark months of January and February. They hibernated as did the rest of the world. In March Mary met the woman next door outside. She had news. She was moving. It was sooner than planned, the first weekend in April. Her husband was going to be working more hours in Windsor and the drive was too far.
At first the news had not bothered Mary. However, these last few days Mary found herself feeling so lonely and sad. It was quite peculiar because she hardly knew these individuals. What was it about them that set her into mourning? Mary didn’t know.
Their apartment was almost empty because Mary could see the curtains from their windows had been taken down and the car had been gone all night. They must have moved or had partially moved there stuff over. It didn’t seem a moving truck had showed up as yet so the big stuff was not gone, she was sure of that. However, the present morning’s noises had brought Mary curiously into the back yard. She looked up to the landing of their apartment to see the man carrying something downstairs.
“Hey Ken” said Mary. How’s the move going? Almost moved in?”
“Yes” replied Ken, “Wiila was going to talk to you. She will be over to give you the new phone number. Perhaps you can take our mail for us and phone us. “
“Sure ken” said Mary, a little sadly but encouraged that they thought enough of her to ask a favour.
Mary went off into the house and continued working on a painting she had started. She had Easter dinner in the oven and everything was cooking. Mary had only to wait. She had invited a couple of people. She hadn’t had anyone over for a quite a while besides Mitzi and decided to ask two of her friends. Mary was busy painting when she got that awful painful emptiness inside again just thinking of the family next door.
She felt she had failed God and had not given or done enough for the couple. She was working away thinking about this when Robin came in to see how the painting was coming along. Mary shared her unusual feelings of loneliness about this family she hardly knew. She told him she wished she had done more. Mary wondered if it would be alright to give them some money in a card. Robin was all for that.
Mary found a lovely card perfect for the occasion tucked away amongst some she had on hand. She brought it in to show Robin. He pulled out some money she had given him previously. He was saving it for his new guitar. Mary was touched that Robin would give from his gift to share with the neighbours. Mary had planned to dip into their line of credit. They were always dipping into it! So when Robin gave her his money it was joyous and a bit of relief that they would not indebt themselves anymore than they already were.
The real blessing came when Mary trotted up the back stairs to the couple’s tiny apartment. She knocked on the door and entered. There were clothes and belongings all over the place. It was sad to see the place in disarray but to be expected considering the situation. From out of the back room came Wiila and Ken. The two children were playing hide and seek with the mattress crawling under it and behind it.
Mary smiled at Wiila and was greeted with big tears from the woman. Mary grabbed her closely to her chest and hugged her a long time. She could feel the heaves of both their chests as they shared the same warmth of love that had begun to grow there between them.
Mary apologized that she never got to know Wiila any better. She wished she had. There wasn’t enough time, she shared. Wiila, for her part, had big tears rolling down her cheeks from eyes that revealed even more than her words could. More tears followed when Mary presented Wiila with the card.
“You have been the only one here that cared for us” and Wiila spread her arms to encompass the neighbourhood. “You felt like family”.
Mary could only hang her head with tears in her own eyes feeling so inadequate. She knew there was a whole lot more she could have done and yet compared to the neighbourhood she had been very giving.
Mary could say little more accept to make sure they had her phone number if they needed anything at all. They were waiting for some church members who had a minivan. Wiila shared she went to a Philippians church in Windsor. With warm words she described the kindness of the people at church.
Mary was so relieved on hearing this. Mary had been so concerned she had somehow missed an opportunity to spread the gospel. They were Christians. That was good news. Mary had been afraid she had not witnessed enough or shared. So this came as relief to Mary.
Mary left them then. She walked back down the stairs the way she came back to her painting. She watched as the minivan came and filled up with all their larger articles. Then she watched them drive away. Mary felt the longing and sadness in her heart still there.
She asked God to forgive her for not giving or being enough for these people. She made up her mind that this was okay and that God had allowed this grief and guilt to stir up in Mary to give more of herself. Yet at the same time Mary saw her own faithlessness she saw something else. She saw God’s faithfulness. She realized this was not about her littleness but God’s bigness. God had been there for Wiila through Mary’s small acts of charity. He had been faithful to Wiila at a time when life must have been fraught with loneliness and lack. Mary smiled a big smile to herself. What a wonderful thing had transpired. Mary’s eyes filled with warm, heartfelt, tears at God’s goodness. What a wonderful time to experience this – on this Easter weekend.
This was the sweet fragrance of Christ flowing through and around us, Mary thought. This was good. On top of that Mary delighted herself at the special gift God had given the couple. Oh, it wasn’t about what Mary had given but was about a little small creature. You see, Wiila had obtained a cat while at the apartment. It was a small calico they named Molly.
Molly had turned out to be a delight and made their living quarter’s a home. Recently, they found out she was pregnant! Surprisingly enough Wiila reported that Molly had gone into labour this morning in their new apartment and had already delivered one kitten! How wonderful was that! It seemed to both of them that the having kittens in the new home was symbolic of God’s presence and hope of good things. Mary and Wiila had laughed and cried some more. How good God was and how faithful and true – always - Mary thought to herself, always.
They moved into the second story of a house that was constantly being rented out. It was remarkable to Mary how often people moved in and out next door. If the individuals were there for two years that would be amazing. Most often Mary figured that the renters stayed approximately one year or so. This latest family came in an uneventful manner but Mary’s heart was torn for the need she saw there. The hush, hush of the whole situation made Mary curious. However, she could see they were not open to questions and she wasn’t a gossip so she never hung over the fence investigating. It was far easier to mind your own business. Life was like that; Mary thought to herself, most people want you to mind your own affairs as much as you wanted to! Because the people were always so transient in that house Mary didn’t let it disturb her about the new tenants.
Over the next months though Mary would talk to the kids when she saw them in the yard and retrieve their ball which often bounced into her enclosure. On occasion she would see and talk to the young mother who was thin and small but always smiling. Her husband or partner didn’t say much at all and seemed scared.
It was during these months that Mary would bring up loaves of fresh bread that were given to her from a friend who volunteered at the local food bank in Amherstburg. Mary figured with two children she could use the bread. The kids, it turned out, loved the bread toasted with peanut butter. Other than this Mary didn’t intrude into their life.
It was only at Christmas that Mary and Robin wrote a card and put some money in it to give them as a gift. It was the least she could do. Mary had been so surprised to receive the loveliest of thank you notes from the woman. It broke Mary’s heart because it had not been a big gift because they hadn’t much to give them. However, afterwards Mary wished she had given the family more.
Little had transpired during the cold dark months of January and February. They hibernated as did the rest of the world. In March Mary met the woman next door outside. She had news. She was moving. It was sooner than planned, the first weekend in April. Her husband was going to be working more hours in Windsor and the drive was too far.
At first the news had not bothered Mary. However, these last few days Mary found herself feeling so lonely and sad. It was quite peculiar because she hardly knew these individuals. What was it about them that set her into mourning? Mary didn’t know.
Their apartment was almost empty because Mary could see the curtains from their windows had been taken down and the car had been gone all night. They must have moved or had partially moved there stuff over. It didn’t seem a moving truck had showed up as yet so the big stuff was not gone, she was sure of that. However, the present morning’s noises had brought Mary curiously into the back yard. She looked up to the landing of their apartment to see the man carrying something downstairs.
“Hey Ken” said Mary. How’s the move going? Almost moved in?”
“Yes” replied Ken, “Wiila was going to talk to you. She will be over to give you the new phone number. Perhaps you can take our mail for us and phone us. “
“Sure ken” said Mary, a little sadly but encouraged that they thought enough of her to ask a favour.
Mary went off into the house and continued working on a painting she had started. She had Easter dinner in the oven and everything was cooking. Mary had only to wait. She had invited a couple of people. She hadn’t had anyone over for a quite a while besides Mitzi and decided to ask two of her friends. Mary was busy painting when she got that awful painful emptiness inside again just thinking of the family next door.
She felt she had failed God and had not given or done enough for the couple. She was working away thinking about this when Robin came in to see how the painting was coming along. Mary shared her unusual feelings of loneliness about this family she hardly knew. She told him she wished she had done more. Mary wondered if it would be alright to give them some money in a card. Robin was all for that.
Mary found a lovely card perfect for the occasion tucked away amongst some she had on hand. She brought it in to show Robin. He pulled out some money she had given him previously. He was saving it for his new guitar. Mary was touched that Robin would give from his gift to share with the neighbours. Mary had planned to dip into their line of credit. They were always dipping into it! So when Robin gave her his money it was joyous and a bit of relief that they would not indebt themselves anymore than they already were.
The real blessing came when Mary trotted up the back stairs to the couple’s tiny apartment. She knocked on the door and entered. There were clothes and belongings all over the place. It was sad to see the place in disarray but to be expected considering the situation. From out of the back room came Wiila and Ken. The two children were playing hide and seek with the mattress crawling under it and behind it.
Mary smiled at Wiila and was greeted with big tears from the woman. Mary grabbed her closely to her chest and hugged her a long time. She could feel the heaves of both their chests as they shared the same warmth of love that had begun to grow there between them.
Mary apologized that she never got to know Wiila any better. She wished she had. There wasn’t enough time, she shared. Wiila, for her part, had big tears rolling down her cheeks from eyes that revealed even more than her words could. More tears followed when Mary presented Wiila with the card.
“You have been the only one here that cared for us” and Wiila spread her arms to encompass the neighbourhood. “You felt like family”.
Mary could only hang her head with tears in her own eyes feeling so inadequate. She knew there was a whole lot more she could have done and yet compared to the neighbourhood she had been very giving.
Mary could say little more accept to make sure they had her phone number if they needed anything at all. They were waiting for some church members who had a minivan. Wiila shared she went to a Philippians church in Windsor. With warm words she described the kindness of the people at church.
Mary was so relieved on hearing this. Mary had been so concerned she had somehow missed an opportunity to spread the gospel. They were Christians. That was good news. Mary had been afraid she had not witnessed enough or shared. So this came as relief to Mary.
Mary left them then. She walked back down the stairs the way she came back to her painting. She watched as the minivan came and filled up with all their larger articles. Then she watched them drive away. Mary felt the longing and sadness in her heart still there.
She asked God to forgive her for not giving or being enough for these people. She made up her mind that this was okay and that God had allowed this grief and guilt to stir up in Mary to give more of herself. Yet at the same time Mary saw her own faithlessness she saw something else. She saw God’s faithfulness. She realized this was not about her littleness but God’s bigness. God had been there for Wiila through Mary’s small acts of charity. He had been faithful to Wiila at a time when life must have been fraught with loneliness and lack. Mary smiled a big smile to herself. What a wonderful thing had transpired. Mary’s eyes filled with warm, heartfelt, tears at God’s goodness. What a wonderful time to experience this – on this Easter weekend.
This was the sweet fragrance of Christ flowing through and around us, Mary thought. This was good. On top of that Mary delighted herself at the special gift God had given the couple. Oh, it wasn’t about what Mary had given but was about a little small creature. You see, Wiila had obtained a cat while at the apartment. It was a small calico they named Molly.
Molly had turned out to be a delight and made their living quarter’s a home. Recently, they found out she was pregnant! Surprisingly enough Wiila reported that Molly had gone into labour this morning in their new apartment and had already delivered one kitten! How wonderful was that! It seemed to both of them that the having kittens in the new home was symbolic of God’s presence and hope of good things. Mary and Wiila had laughed and cried some more. How good God was and how faithful and true – always - Mary thought to herself, always.
Mitzi
The familiar sounds of a train making its way in the distance, on the mainland, somewhere beyond Boblo Island caught Mary’s ear. It was mingled with the much closer sporadic and early morning song of a Robin greeting the day. Beside her in bed were the comforting sounds of her husband’s heavy breathing. Mary knew it was early because it was still dark so she lay there thinking about Mitzi and her visit.
It had come amidst that prayerful time with Robin. Mary smiled at the thought. It was wonderful to have a man who prayed with you, one that cared, and respected for you. He was so unlike her first husband. Mitzi had been a part of that chapter of her life and they had an interesting history together.
Mary had been dating Peter for 5 years by the time Mitzi came into the picture. Back then Mitzi was blond and beautiful, a slender albeit well formed girl of Estonian descent born and raised in Toronto. Mitzi was 17. Mary saw her for the first time sitting in one of the bench seats of the restaurant owned by Peter’s family. Peter worked there in the evenings and on weekends. Mary often hung out there. This one particular day Peter’s best friend Lynne was helping him out too. These two had a great time together yelling and swearing over stupid things that didn’t really matter to anyone but them. Mary enjoyed being a part of this fun. Peter had been her first real boyfriend and Lynne had joined them in often going to movies or to see wrestling downtown at Maple Leaf Gardens before it became an empty hockey tomb. Often times Peter’s brother, Alex, would join them for fun and frolic.
Lynne was a tall, slender man, a little older than Mary and Peter, approximately 27 years of age. Mary was 22 or so at the time and Peter was 24. Looking back now, on that evening, it all happened so fast as quickly as Mitzi’s recent visit which had come and gone. As Mary sat in the restaurant she had watched the turn of events unfold before her eyes. She couldn’t quite remember if she was sitting alone and Mitzi joined her with her sister because Mitzi’s younger sister was working at the restaurant too. So it was possible the sibling’s relationship was the catalyst that brought Mitzi onto the scene that night. At any rate Mary remembered the laughing and joking.
Lynne, who was single and unattached, caught the pretty eye of Mitzi almost immediately. He sat down casually across from Mary and Mitzi. The talk was easy and light with banter passing between Lynne and Peter who was working in the kitchen behind them. He was yelling back and forth through the open door. Mary watched as Mitzi and Lynne drew into that dimension where time and space have no meaning. It all happened so quickly Mary wasn’t quite sure if she missed either when shehad gone to the bathroom or went to run an errand for in a few short moments something amazing happened that changed their lives forever.
Whether Lynne was joking or not out of his mouth came the fateful words: Would you marry me? Mitzi’s surprising answer sealed the deal. In her innocence she had said a short but sweet “Sure!” It was such a surprise to everyone – to the love struck couple even more. They didn’t get married the next day but Lynne did buy Mitzi an engagement ring and they moved in together within a week or so!
It seemed to Mary that Mitzi might have been a little enamoured at the time and this was mingled with an urgency to get out of a house that she shared with 6 other siblings and her parents. It was overcrowded to say the least and Mitzi being one of the oldest had much responsibility cast upon her shoulders. Perhaps moving in with Lynne was a fate she preferred over the one that faced her at home.
However, Mitzi was a new addition to Mary, Peter, and Lynne’s life and they became a happy foursome who hung out on weekends and created the history for Mary and Peter’s early years of marriage together.
Mitzi and Lynne's marriage had long since dissolved by the time of this writing. Mitzi had remarried and that relationship had also failed. She was now living alone with the 19 year old daughter from this second coupling. She was living in Vancouver but come down to Toronto for her brother’s 50th birthday. Her visit down to see Mary was quite a drive and Mary felt Mitzi honoured her by coming all this way to visit.
Mary, whose thoughts had dissipated down memory lane, was suddenly jolted back to the present when the alarm clock went into action. It was time to get up. Oh well, she would get back to reminiscing later. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Reflections over Mitzi would wait. With that Mary arose from her bed and began her day even though she knew she had needed to look at the event of the time spent with Mitzi. So many old memories came up. Pieces of her past were all there waiting to be glued together. All she needed was a little more time to look at it. She would, she knew she would.
Right now she had to deal with all the distractions from the noise coming from next door. The neighbours seemed to be up early. Mary would have to see what was in the wind.
It had come amidst that prayerful time with Robin. Mary smiled at the thought. It was wonderful to have a man who prayed with you, one that cared, and respected for you. He was so unlike her first husband. Mitzi had been a part of that chapter of her life and they had an interesting history together.
Mary had been dating Peter for 5 years by the time Mitzi came into the picture. Back then Mitzi was blond and beautiful, a slender albeit well formed girl of Estonian descent born and raised in Toronto. Mitzi was 17. Mary saw her for the first time sitting in one of the bench seats of the restaurant owned by Peter’s family. Peter worked there in the evenings and on weekends. Mary often hung out there. This one particular day Peter’s best friend Lynne was helping him out too. These two had a great time together yelling and swearing over stupid things that didn’t really matter to anyone but them. Mary enjoyed being a part of this fun. Peter had been her first real boyfriend and Lynne had joined them in often going to movies or to see wrestling downtown at Maple Leaf Gardens before it became an empty hockey tomb. Often times Peter’s brother, Alex, would join them for fun and frolic.
Lynne was a tall, slender man, a little older than Mary and Peter, approximately 27 years of age. Mary was 22 or so at the time and Peter was 24. Looking back now, on that evening, it all happened so fast as quickly as Mitzi’s recent visit which had come and gone. As Mary sat in the restaurant she had watched the turn of events unfold before her eyes. She couldn’t quite remember if she was sitting alone and Mitzi joined her with her sister because Mitzi’s younger sister was working at the restaurant too. So it was possible the sibling’s relationship was the catalyst that brought Mitzi onto the scene that night. At any rate Mary remembered the laughing and joking.
Lynne, who was single and unattached, caught the pretty eye of Mitzi almost immediately. He sat down casually across from Mary and Mitzi. The talk was easy and light with banter passing between Lynne and Peter who was working in the kitchen behind them. He was yelling back and forth through the open door. Mary watched as Mitzi and Lynne drew into that dimension where time and space have no meaning. It all happened so quickly Mary wasn’t quite sure if she missed either when shehad gone to the bathroom or went to run an errand for in a few short moments something amazing happened that changed their lives forever.
Whether Lynne was joking or not out of his mouth came the fateful words: Would you marry me? Mitzi’s surprising answer sealed the deal. In her innocence she had said a short but sweet “Sure!” It was such a surprise to everyone – to the love struck couple even more. They didn’t get married the next day but Lynne did buy Mitzi an engagement ring and they moved in together within a week or so!
It seemed to Mary that Mitzi might have been a little enamoured at the time and this was mingled with an urgency to get out of a house that she shared with 6 other siblings and her parents. It was overcrowded to say the least and Mitzi being one of the oldest had much responsibility cast upon her shoulders. Perhaps moving in with Lynne was a fate she preferred over the one that faced her at home.
However, Mitzi was a new addition to Mary, Peter, and Lynne’s life and they became a happy foursome who hung out on weekends and created the history for Mary and Peter’s early years of marriage together.
Mitzi and Lynne's marriage had long since dissolved by the time of this writing. Mitzi had remarried and that relationship had also failed. She was now living alone with the 19 year old daughter from this second coupling. She was living in Vancouver but come down to Toronto for her brother’s 50th birthday. Her visit down to see Mary was quite a drive and Mary felt Mitzi honoured her by coming all this way to visit.
Mary, whose thoughts had dissipated down memory lane, was suddenly jolted back to the present when the alarm clock went into action. It was time to get up. Oh well, she would get back to reminiscing later. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Reflections over Mitzi would wait. With that Mary arose from her bed and began her day even though she knew she had needed to look at the event of the time spent with Mitzi. So many old memories came up. Pieces of her past were all there waiting to be glued together. All she needed was a little more time to look at it. She would, she knew she would.
Right now she had to deal with all the distractions from the noise coming from next door. The neighbours seemed to be up early. Mary would have to see what was in the wind.
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