Famous in a Small town

in the Autumn with the musky smell of falling leaves, all the memories I have at my grandma’s church come flooding back. We were driving to my sister’s when we meandered through the small town where my grandma had lived. The route takes us directly past the small brick church that we so frequently attended with her. This specific day the trees lovingly planted out side the front doors years ago, had clothed themselves in flaming display. I begged my husband to pull over, so that I could wander under the canopy and hear the echos of moments past and gone from me forever. 

It was here that we showed up decked in our best for Mother’s Day. It was here that we performed at the talent nights with wobbling fingers the first violin pieces performed. Because it was such a small town, of course there was a piece printed in the news paper the next day. The sidewalks are cracked, and the building is so much smaller than it seemed back then, but my heart couldn’t help but squeeze as I walked through that church yard one more time. Past laughter seemed to buzz around me. I could almost hear my grandmother coaching us in the ancient game “Step on a crack, break your mother’s back”, and we would squeal with laughter as we tried to balance on miniature segments of sidewalk.

Glancing to the stairs I could almost hear the echoes of the loving exclamations from silver haired women rang in my ears as we poured into the Autumn sunshine after services. It is the glow of encouragement that inspired me to playing music, to keep writing, to keep becoming the woman they dreamed I would become. I can’t help but feel that it is due to her nurturing and their kind words that I play music when I am down.

Keaton’s door opened and he dashed over to join me in the colorful leaves, his small voice bringing me back to the present moment. He reached down to grab and arm full of leaves and tossed them in the air. I scooped up a larger arm full and threw them so that they would filter down around him. His ecstatic laughter filled the air and added one more chapter to the happiness of that space.

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  1. What a lovely blessing to hear where you go in the journey of your heart.
    I love the creativity of 100 photos! I may steal this idea for 100 drawings or 100 days of one sentence of gratitude.