In two days my sister will be "over 21". She's been over 21 for several years now. She and I are at that age where it is like the Groundhog Day movie. It seems we are beginning the same things over and over again not getting ahead and falling 2 steps behind. She is balancing a huge task, one her little family, which has grown by another lovely granddaughter and she does double duty in being around to help Dad since we lost our Mom a couple of years ago.
Her life has been filled with so many adventuresome moments. She has been to India and taught music. In Russia she delighted in meeting the "Babas" to her music Students. She has been to Vienna and other Mediterranean places. She brought one of her groups from the Czech Republic to the United states and they toured, singing their way across the country selling CD's of their Music.
My Sister beats her own drum, she does things on a whim, She is always ready to cheer the underdog and loves to make things smile. Her Grand kids are the most important things in her life. She has changed a lot of who she is to accommodate her love of her family.
Yesterday I was sorting through papers I've accumulated and pitching unimportant ones and came across the following. It was a snippet of one of the days I shared with my sister.
This was lots of years ago, before she lived where she lives now (Now a 3 room cabin higher up on the mountain.).
September 22, 2007
Last night we made the trip up the mountain to see my sister's little Hunters Cabin. It is very small. I don't think it is more than 14' X 14'. It does have electric but little else. She is working to insulate it for the winter. It is located at 9,000'. I myself can't imagine living there with no plumbing and no water. She though, loves it and doesn't mind the inconveniences.
The gravel road did twist and curve,
For an oncoming car you must swerve,
Reaching the summit, around we must go,
The whole way you must go slow.
We find our way to the little shack,
Plumbing necessities, it does lack,
The resident has added to the charm,
Tibetan Prayer Flags protect it from harm.
Inside, cramped and crowded with three,
Perfect for one we could see,
A get away, a homey place,
Not needing to be dressed in curtains of lace.
Its mistress has every inch accounted for,
Places for everything, even on the door,
Pictures of loved ones surround her every where,
Everything in her home she's ready to share.
Wild life abounds outside her door,
Her Cat finds mice and lots more,
An Elk clambers over rock strewn ground,
Grand-kids have a pile of treasures found.
Filled with music her little house sings,
I didn't notice, did the wind chimes ring?
If music from the cabin did not come,
The wind on the mountain would continue to hum.
Close to heaven, our mind wonders there,
Moments happen, there's much love to share,
As if Magic, time suspended, drifts slowly by,
Night falls, listen, refrains of lives, cry.
Happy Birthday, sister of mine,
Wish I was there to cook you something divine,
Then we'd sit with a cup of tea,
Out in back under the apple tree.
Speaking of when we both were small,
I'm the one who's short and you grew tall,
As the oldest one, when you grew up I wasn't around,,
Left behind in Missouri, when to Colorado, the family was bound..
Our lives took us in different directions,
We each made our own selections,
Each of us our stories hold moments bright,
Sharing stories, with much delight.
Love and hugs, may your day be filled with lots of love,
Your oldest Sister
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cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
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blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
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Lovely poetry and such a ni ce memory of days gone by
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