Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Try A Little Tenderness

I received the most amazing phone call yesterday, one that was unexpected and deeply appreciated.

In this real estate stuff, I'm constantly on my toes, manicuring this and that...such a silly waste of time on a country place. Weeds grow, birds poop and Garter Snakes like to hang out in the tree line...try to keep all that at bay while city folks who yearn for country living come and see just what a little secluded farm has to offer. I can tell you most don't think about the wildness of such a place, it's a bit too much information at first. Seems folks do enjoy the birds though and the way the wind makes music with the high flying leaves of the Silver Maples. I love to hear such exclamations-

"Is that the wind? It sounds so peaceful here! Does it always sound like that?!"

(Why yes, it does! And when the wind comes out of the East- it sounds like tryouts for the Junior High band as every body wants to play the tuba and trombones....)
Now there's a symphony for sure, when good Old Mother Nature has your full attention as she strikes her cymbals with thunder blasts and lightening crashes. (This is why I've hired someone to show the house and grounds, I'm a bit too honest, some may say "smart ass-ish" to be of any good use to myself when it comes to For Sale By Owner...)

As I was saying, the phone call. After another sweeping of the shed and a boxing up of auction stuff and feeling a bit depressed on top of overwhelmed although appreciating this as of late beautiful weather we're having cell phone, ever at the ready these days- began to ring and vibrate.
(or rather played "Try A Little Tenderness" by Otis Redding, love that song...)
I did not recognize the number or area code, so naturally- I answered.

Mandi called. Mandi who?! Mandi, a fellow Marine- a friend of Beau's from back in North Carolina- a good friend, one who to this day remembers my son with love and gratitude and had been thinking about him and us and had wanted to make this phone call for so long. She didn't know how we'd feel about it, didn't want to upset us. She named her baby boy, her one year old son after her best buddy from her Marine days- Beau. The feeling on my end? I cannot describe it. I only know a pure happy feeling, a joy that has no name- a pride that is to be worn right here on my heart, like a badge of honor. Invisible though it may be, but I wonder- aren't the best and most wonderful unexpected joys, invisible after all? Certainly invisible to the eyes of most, but I suspect everyone I meet today will notice a lightness about me, a beautiful way to be- all because a young woman who I have never met in person took the time, in kindness and courage- to share a most wonderful, remarkable blessing. She named her child Beau.

Semper Fi...

Peace to all, love to all, joy to all...Beauty of the day. Amen.


troutbirder said...

Indeed. I know the feeling.

Anonymous said...

She beat me...but I think the world needs lots of "Beau's" so I may still try to make mine happen :)

It was wonderful to see you guys Sunday!!

Love, Rhi

Jayne said...

Awwww... no words needed. Pure sweetness indeed, and so moving.

Anonymous said...

....and I've never met Beau, the young woman, or even you, but I'm crying too. Beautiful. Just beautiful. ~kathryn