Last night I was home alone and had just finished mowing – mowing is no small feat in our yard. Lots of grass and three hills! One push mower & me – you get the picture! Well aside from that I was enjoying the fruit of my two day’s labor, putting some wind blown branches in our firepit and admiring the red and yellow tulips in our perennial garden – and that’s when it hit me. I have two rather ugly, glass, long-stemmed flowers sticking upright in the garden – and the first word passing through my thought gate was “remnants” of past time. A dear friend and co-worker of mine who could not resist an infomercial or a flea-market-find, bought (probably) a dozen of these ugly glass flowers in an even uglier vase and then gave them as Christmas gifts. My friend died of cancer not long after he gave me the glass flowers – all but two broke and one day I just stuck them out there in the garden. They are a remnant of Glen.
I came in the house and began noticing other remnants.
A wall hanging that was made out of an unfinished quilt found in my Grandma Emily’s box of stored possessions – a remnant quilt made from fabric remnants of outfits I sewed for my little girl forty years ago. A remnant of my Grandma.
This morning I was cleaning out a conglomerated corner of our laundry room and I found the pair of black, doubleknit polyester slacks my mom wore the day she was headed to the hairdresser and didn’t keep her hair appointment but instead went on to heaven. Once again, I heard Spirit say, “A remnant of a precious life.”
Our lives are filled with remnants –
a postcard from my father.
a milk glass bowl my aunt had.
the “little flock” hymnal my Grandpa used – with his handwritten notes!
a ceramic, blonde haired figurine my Grandma made in her own kiln.
an old wooden nightstand from Mrs. Delphia Myers.
What remnants do you hold close to your heart?