The following entry on my blog today was written by a friend of mine, Lauri-ann Cardinali. Lauri has a lovely way of expressing herself and when I read this post on Facebook today, I pleaded for permission to share these thoughts with my faithful readers. I'm sure you will enjoy the message conveyed.
And a longer thought than my usual today.......One line from "Iron Lady" stayed with me. Margaret Thatcher as a very determined young woman said "I don't want to die washing a teacup." That set her on a course. Clearly she was pre-ordained for greatness and she had the strength and fortitude to achieve her dreams. But even as I chuckled aloud at that line, I realized that in my relatively low-impact life I feel quite comfortable saying the opposite, "I would like to die washing a teacup." Because in that very act I would be lost in treasured moments of my life. I would think of the peaceful respites I've had at the end of a busy day when I sank into my chair next to the fireplace with my teacup in my right hand and a good book on my lap. I would imagine the teacup on the windowsill where I watched the birds flit about the feeder, allowing me a therapeutic moment.
In washing the teacup I might be reminded of prayerful times when the tea took me to where I needed to be. I would think of the teacup calling me when I came in from a long, cold walk, vision obscured by steamed spectacles. I would remember that each time I visited my mom I put a teabag in my purse. If washing a teacup brought a memory of the clink and clatter of teacups and spoons, I would recall the many hours of having tea with friends - those comfortable times when I could tuck my feet under and not measure words. And above all I would remember my sisters' voices saying, "Would you like a cup of tea?" And in saying "yes,"I said yes to more than tea. I said yes to a special time and a bond that can never be broken. And so, with all due respect to Margaret Thatcher, I am quite fine with dying while washing a teacup!
And a longer thought than my usual today.......One line from "Iron Lady" stayed with me. Margaret Thatcher as a very determined young woman said "I don't want to die washing a teacup." That set her on a course. Clearly she was pre-ordained for greatness and she had the strength and fortitude to achieve her dreams. But even as I chuckled aloud at that line, I realized that in my relatively low-impact life I feel quite comfortable saying the opposite, "I would like to die washing a teacup." Because in that very act I would be lost in treasured moments of my life. I would think of the peaceful respites I've had at the end of a busy day when I sank into my chair next to the fireplace with my teacup in my right hand and a good book on my lap. I would imagine the teacup on the windowsill where I watched the birds flit about the feeder, allowing me a therapeutic moment.
In washing the teacup I might be reminded of prayerful times when the tea took me to where I needed to be. I would think of the teacup calling me when I came in from a long, cold walk, vision obscured by steamed spectacles. I would remember that each time I visited my mom I put a teabag in my purse. If washing a teacup brought a memory of the clink and clatter of teacups and spoons, I would recall the many hours of having tea with friends - those comfortable times when I could tuck my feet under and not measure words. And above all I would remember my sisters' voices saying, "Would you like a cup of tea?" And in saying "yes,"I said yes to more than tea. I said yes to a special time and a bond that can never be broken. And so, with all due respect to Margaret Thatcher, I am quite fine with dying while washing a teacup!
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