From a distance...from now on.

Once upon a time I think I enjoyed the riddle of "why". You know, there was an odd romance to trying to figure out what made others do the things they did that sometime left you guessing, and, if it was a matter of the heart, stinging. There was an ego need to try to reverse or alter or prevail or even win, and, when determined enough, winning was often the outcome. Or, was it?

There is a unique joy in living long enough or maybe wise enough to no longer be driven by fruitless challenges. No one is more amazed oftentimes than you when you find yourself shaking your head 'no' and easing away without malice or anger, frequently still feeling all the emotions of caring or love if there is a person involved, yet not needing to subject yourself to the hornet sting to prove your worth or theirs.

Whether agape, phileo, or eros, friend, family, or intimate, accepting abuse, thoughtlessness, disrespect or disregard is not a prerequisite of proof of commitment to genuine love. True love can be just as eternal and just as genuine... from a distance.

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A Haunted Memory - The Day the President Died

I kept a scrapbook of the events as they were unfolding when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. I was a school girl and the grief was impossible to comprehend, so page by page I posted the images as they were printed in the newspaper that spoke to our collective grief as a nation.

Eventually that scrapbook found its way into a box that found its way into the dark corners of my parent's garage. One day, a couple of years ago, I found it tattered and brittle, the pages fragile and the images fading, but touching it then and touching it now is to revisit those moments as if they happened moments ago.

Fifty years sped by and I am grieved that the nation we knew and enjoyed before this event never returned.

50 Years Ago "The Knoll Frames"

 

Fifty years ago she was a 13 year old hidden in a janitor's closet with her 9 year old brother on the 7th floor in a building in Dallas, Texas in Dealey Plaza. Her mother's fiance, the janitor, had slipped them into the building so they could see the President's motorcade as it drove through, but she had slipped something else into the closet with her. It was the second-hand movie camera the woman her mother worked for had given them...the camera she'd captured something on that day that would forever alter the course of her life...

  "The Knoll Frames"

 a screenplay

 by Peggy Eldridge Love

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Happily Ever After

Interesting day. An extraordinarily decisive day. Making large steps even when they aren't easy, even when they carry with them a few tears. It's just time. Time to move forward, move on, and to do so while goodness still prevails.

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Sometimes It Is Only a Caboose

Sometimes It Is Only a Caboose

by Peggy Eldridge-Love

Last Monday I thought I'd leave home early so I could make our business bank deposit before I got caught up in the demands of the day. We've recently moved so I decided to take a route that bypasses much of the work day traffic and the ever increasing street repair projects that clog our city's roads. I remembered that there was a railroad crossing near the bank when you go the direction I was heading, but I could not imagine a train halting traffic during rush hour when people were pressing to get to work on time.  The thought of encountering a train was fleeting.
            As I rounded the curve near the bank where the railroad crossing is located I was stunned to see nearly a dozen cars in line awaiting the slow moving train that was already on the track to complete its crossing. My first reaction was one of anxiety and immediate thoughts of alternative routes started to flood my mind, but common sense took over. The bank was less than three blocks away once I crossed the track and any alternative route was going to be filled with its own obstacles. I decided to wait it out.
            To my surprise, I found myself using the time to quietly reflect and meditate on things my busy life rarely allowed me to give any quality energy. I made mental notes of people I needed to reach out to, small tasks I needed to complete, and thought about what I needed from myself to ensure I was being considerate of myself. Before I realized it I was saying a long overdue prayer of thanksgiving for all the many blessings I hadn't had time to even realize I'd been receiving.
            I noticed the lights on the truck in front of me come on and saw, to my delight, that the long, slow moving train that had been crossing the track had completed its journey and the track was now clear. I happily shifted my car from park back into drive preparing to move with the rest of traffic the moment the crossing guard rail lifted. It was at that moment I looked down the track and noticed the big bright headlight on another train coming from the same direction the one that had just cleared the track had come. About that same time I also heard the loud piercing warning whistle coming from it and my heart sank. The flashing lights that had just briefly gone out were blinking red again, and the guard rails we were expecting to lift stayed stationary. Another train was coming right behind the first!
            The sense of well-being I'd gained while waiting for the first one to past was lost in a flash. Anger, frustration, impatience and disappointment replaced the magnificence of those few uninhibited moments. I began to think about all the negatives that I was sure were awaiting me now that I'd be forced to wait on the passing of another train. Prayers were being set-aside for expressions of disgust and then I saw that what was moving across the track was not another long, slow moving train, but rather it was only a caboose.
            What a lesson that was for me! What a revelation of the different dynamics of being in a state of thanksgiving and the all too common state of negativity we tend to fall into so quickly and easily if we are not vigilant of our spiritual state of being. I made myself a little promise, and I hope you will too. Next time it seems that what's approaching is probably a trainload of trouble I won't panic, instead I'll remind myself that in all likelihood it's only a caboose.

Copyright 2008 Peggy Eldridge-Love

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