My friends Sue W and Matt very kindly hosted a “so long’ gathering for me at their home. We sat on their deck, under the darkening western PA sky, watching chickens do their chicken thing in the yard. The conversation ebbed and flowed and wove us together as a group. We enjoyed grilled vegetables, great bread, antipasto from DeLallo’s, a renowned local Italian grocery store, roasted peppers with cheese, and drinks of various kinds. It was lovely.
Then at an appropriate time, coffee and homemade peach pie from Sue B, made their appearance. The peaches were Chambersburg peaches, which I learned about when I moved to this town, and which are grown in the area where I will be moving. The delicious pie was a lovely metaphor for my present life: a blend of the best of what I have come to love here and what I will soon come to know.
I wouldn’t have known of DeLallo’s if I hadn’t moved here. It’s a wonderful grocery store, with amazing ready-to-eat foods, beautiful produce, and signature pasta and sauces. I will always be grateful for the chance to live here. I may not have expected that my time here would end with a house yet to be sold, but as John Lennon said, “Life is what happens after we make our plans.”
Because I moved to the area, I gained friends I will treasure always. Also, I saw a beautiful production of Hamlet, experienced Public Theatre plays, the symphony and ballet, went to “Hamilton”, started McMinistry, saw a production of Screwtape Letters, took Amtrak to New York and went around the world-famous Altoona Horseshoe Curve, watched the Pirates play and took in the beautiful view from Heinz Field, toured Falling Water, connected with the Knotty Knitters, shopped at IKEA, took part in Christmas at the Crossroads, saw the sunrise over Shields Farm on Easter morning, gained two cats… and much, much more.
Because God brought me to this town, I have a friend who makes delicious peach pies, and those pies are a bridge between what is and what will be. Pie from a friend here, with peaches grown in where I have yet to live., a taste of the future. So far, the future tastes good.
At the end of the dinner party, I felt loved, valued, seen, and connected with the friends present and those others I have in my life. Feeling rooted, I can move forward with a calm hope, and with left-over peach pie.
As Dag Hammarsjold, the second secretary general of the UN and a diplomat from Sweden wrote, “For all that has been, ‘thanks! For all that will be, ‘yes!’.”(Markings)
Today's Prayer Poem: "Breakage" by Mary Oliver
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It’s like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.
Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.
Blessings as you ponder what the events in your life mean for you, and may you find reasons for gratitude as you read the whole story!
Grace and peace,