Broken Glass

“If We're Broken Glass

I'll find the pieces back to you

And if this Broken Glass

Won't pull together I'll turn to glue

And if this glue won't hold

I'll turn to gold

And shine for you”

It’s been 9 years now since Rickie died. And we were left with a world of broken glass. We tried to leave our world as it was when he was here. But it became apparent after a couple of years that the world as we knew it wasn’t going to shine without him. 

So 7 years ago the decision was made to leave that broken life and embark on a new one. And my kids and grandkids and I, along with other family, and people that joined us on this journey and became instant family, embraced this new life with gusto. 

We’ve had so many adventures since that decision was made. Rafting, hiking, tubing, skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling, train riding, kayaking, horseback riding in the mountains. So many meals and drinks at local breweries where the kids shared their stories. Stories of coming down the mountain in a blizzard, Wolf Pup lessons, learning new skills, 4’ of snow in one week. Bear sightings, hiking in the forest while the snow falls on us, standing high on a ridge looking down at the river below. Sitting in the hot tub with all the stars in the universe above us. Campfires with Christmas music and s’mores, bundled up in our new jackets and boots. Sledding down the hill at Turkey Springs and up at Wolf Creek. Making snowmen and snow angels. We’ve been to Creede, Winslow and Sedona AZ, and Las Vegas NV. Going to the hot springs and smelling like sulphur, walking the river downtown with all the Christmas lights, riding in a hot air balloon. Dancing and theater and live music. Driving scary mountain shelf roads to Ouray and Silverton, trips to Telluride and Palisades. Trips to the Great Sand Dunes, Mesa Verde, and the Ghost Ranch. Visits to Santa Fe and Albuquerque. And to Crested Butte, Denver, Taos, and Roswell. 5K walks, drives to see the golden aspens and where the last grizzly in Colorado was killed. Jeep rides to Imogene Pass and tours of mines. Cutting our Christmas trees down in the forest as an eagle screamed overhead. Herds of elk, one time walking single file through a snowy field on the way to the Piedra River. Shopping in Durango. Walking dogs and watching the Cowboy Poetry Gathering parade. 

And we’ve marveled at everything we’ve done. And marveled at ourselves for doing it. We’ve not taken one moment of it for granted. It’s all been magical. 

When I sold the ranch I promised the kids and grandkids we’d have adventures. We wouldn’t lose that place we all loved and replace it with just something ordinary. We’d be bold. As Rickie would have expected of us. I always thought he’d be a little disappointed in us if we didn’t take the opportunity we had and make something of it. The small acreage and tiny cabin we struggled to pay for and worked so hard to make into what it was from the empty ranch land it was with trash everywhere, was what enabled us to live this life. 

And I’m so proud of us all and how we’ve shone. We shine for you, Rickie. And because of you. 

Broken Glass by Mayaeni

I’ll Fly Away

The Durango airport is like a step back in time. It has one concession store and one gift store. There’s a baggage area, a few ticket and rental car counters, and a waiting area. And one “gate”. When you get on and off a plane you walk on the tarmac and climb stairs. As if you’re leaving on a private plane or Air Force One. There’s the small TSA screening area between the front area and the “gate” area. And double doors that are opened when people get off an arriving plane. 

I took Kathy and Ali this morning for their return trip to Houston. We hugged and said our “I love you’s”. As they got in the TSA screening line I stood off to the side trying not to cry. It’s been a rough week for the family, especially for Kathy. We lost one of our “anchor” people, the ones that keep us rooted. Behind Kathy and Ali a woman was in line for screening. With her was a huge bear of a man. He wasn’t fat, just huge. Bear size with a blond beard and a ball cap. I’m guessing the woman was his mom. They hugged and said their “I love you’s”. 

Then he came over and stood in the small area I was in. His mom turned around and threw him a kiss. We both stood there until our people were out of sight, focused on them as they moved through the screening. Ready in case there was a problem. Ready in case they needed us. 

In the old days before bad people realized you could use planes as weapons for chaos and destruction we would have been able to sit with the people we loved until they got on the plane. And watch out the window until the plane took off and was out of sight. Our people hanging up there in the sky for hours on their way home or on an adventure or responding to a call from someone who needed them. Come here, come now, my world has taken a hit. We need you. And we go, we don’t make excuses, we don’t say it’s too far, we have obligations. We just go. We might designate the one to go as the others take up the slack at home but we go. 

It’s hard watching someone fly off. Wondering when we’ll see them again. Knowing sometimes we never do. And so the younger Bear man and the older gray haired woman stood watching our people until they were out of sight. Hoping the love we send them off with gets them safely to where they’re headed.

Musings When I Turned 67

I ran across this I’d written on my 67th birthday, almost 7 years ago, and I wanted to add it to the blog. It’s good to look back on your life sometimes. 

Today I'm 67 years old. Closing in on 70. The 60s never seems that old to me but 70 does. Maybe I'll change my mind if I get there!

I've been thinking about all the changes my Mamaw saw and how that's different from what I've seen. She lived the longest of my grandparents. The whole world changed in amazing ways for her. From horses to automobiles to planes to spacecrafts. She walked down a country road to the store and lived to see men walking on the moon. She lived through the Korean War, both world wars, and Vietnam, and all the smaller fights around the globe. She buried a son killed in WWII and a 13 year old daughter who died from heart disease. 

She was born into a country where women couldn't vote. Where people of color couldn't eat and drink where white people did or go to the same schools. Where they were hung without trial for looking at a white woman and sometimes for no reason at all, not that that's a reason, but sometimes no one even tried to think of an inexcusable excuse. 

She had no contact with Arabs, Hispanics, Muslims, Hindus, Asians. If she knew any LGBT people, she wouldn't have known it because they kept it hidden. She didn't know many people that weren't Baptists and even then, if she did, they were likely to be Methodists. 

She lived before telephones and television. She never learned to drive. She worked outside the home when I was a kid and had been a farmer's wife before that. But mostly she took care of our family, cooking and taking care of things at home. 

She saw the world change in more ways than I ever will. We had all hoped we would soon be living as the Jetsons did, but it seems we've made slower progress than in the time of my grandmother. Our biggest change is the Internet. It's an encyclopedia at our fingertips and a way of instant communication with our family and friends and even those we would never meet otherwise. It inspires revolutions, for good or bad, and it educates us on what goes on around the world. It teaches us and shows us how to repair plumbing leaks or frame a wall. 

We have an international space station but it doesn't seem like we've moved as fast as we thought we would once we walked on the moon. We never went back and there's no space travel for humans easily available. We send satellites up for communications and spying but we've not managed to use that avenue for weather control or harnessing energy. 

We still rely on fossil fuel for energy, and renewables are in the baby stage and much of that in other countries, not ours. We've made no progress controlling flooding and droughts. We still have epidemics in diseases that could have been eradicated years ago if people would stop their mistrust of science and if countries would fund it. We've made some progress in recycling what we use but we still toss out unheard of amounts of trash and building materials. And in some countries people are still digging through dump sites to find something to eat. 

Though we've come a long way in accepting people that are different from us, many people want us to go backwards. Some even calling for our country to break up, as if our country didn't learn a lesson in heartache and horror from that last civil war. I see a lot repeating from the 1960s when I was young. Riots, blaming, hating and mistrusting on all sides those that are different, even trying to pass a slew of unconstitutional laws to make us all believe the same. The open-mindedness that people fought so hard to achieve, even dying for, is being pushed back against. 

And a see a lot of cries for isolationism. We can no longer follow that path. That's one thing the airplanes, satellites, and internet ended. Our world is smaller and what we do in one place affects all of us. Just like we get the smoke from the rainforest burning in South America, we can get something worse from a tiny nation (or big nation, even our nation, as we aren't immune to power hunger) with a crazy leader and nuclear capability. We're still seeing what can be done by a small group of people with explosive vests or assault rifles. What someone just as crazy can do with a nuclear weapon is unbearable to think of. 

A woman I don't know told me a few years back that her only concern was that she didn't want the world to change. Well, the world's gonna change. How it changes is the only control we have. We can go backwards or forwards. While there are some things I don't want to lose, like porch swings and cheese toast, we have so much room for improvement, so much good that can come out of our advanced knowledge. We've got to move forward in our education and not slow down and for that we need it to be a priority and it needs to be funded. 

I hope my grandchildren and their generation aren't content to let things carry on as they are, and certainly I hope they don't want to go backwards. I hope they accomplish what we couldn't. I see some of my generation and the generation under us raising their children to look backwards and not forwards. But I have hope that most of them don't and that among those who are raised that way, many will think for themselves and look ahead. 

Just some musings on my 67th birthday. Looking out my window, it's a wonderful world and looks not that much different than it would have looked 50 or 60 years ago. But outside my view I want it to move forward. And move forward at the speed it did for my Mamaw, and all in good ways. I know some people want things to stay the same for their grandkids, and as far as having clean rivers and wild places, I do too. But on other fronts, I'm like most parents and grandparents and I want it to be better. 

"It's your world now

My race is run

I'm moving on

Like the setting sun

No sad goodbyes

No tears allowed

You'll be alright 

It's your world now.

It's your world now

Use well your time

Be part of something good

Leave something good behind."

~The Eagles