She Ignored Me

(4)

Things went quickly uphill from there as I began to 're-inhabit' my entire body. I got out of bed and reentered the living room. I turned over the Beethoven record and put on the earphones. What glorious music! Until the fourth movement, that is. That movement is the 'thunderstorm movent.' When the 'thunderstorm drums and cymbals' sounded it was too much for my sensitive psyche. It sounded awful, threatening, harsh. I reached over to the phonograph and moved the arm to the next (and final) movement. Utter beauty! Glorious beauty!

After an hour or so I got up from the couch and checked in with Kootch and the kids. All was well. I went out into the back yard. It was late afternoon. Long shadows. Shadows made by the Sun. The glorious Sun! Yes! We have a Sun! It was all coming back to me now...

I laid down on the lush green grass. I ran my fingers through it as if through my own hair. This grass depended on me! For its very life! This grass was my responsibility! These tendrils of grass were my children. So were the insects living in the grass. They were all my children. How could I have used insecticide on my own children?! Never again!

I got up and went out to the front porch and sat down on the concrete patio next to the flowers. These flowers were also my children. What beautiful flowers! I spotted a honeybee among the flowers. She seemed totally oblivious of me as she flitted from flower to flower. What a lovely creature! I must pet her to show her how much I love her. I reached out with my index finger and stroked her on her back. She ignored me.