"Once upon a time", long ago when milk was
delivered in bottles, and cars had fins. I used to spend my summers with
my Aunt Josey. My "Aunt" or I should say my Grand Aunt Josey, 'cause
she was my Grandma's sister, had a little house far out in the country.
She was a sweet Soul made of equal parts of kindness, and patients..
My Aunt was the one that taught me that there's good in everyone no matter
how they may seem on the outside. She also said that all the animals
have souls, and go to heaven. No matter what they say in church.
I loved my Aunt Josey.
I remember one time we were up late. After reading my palm we sat
listening to old 1930's records on her Victrola. I loved the old time
music, and I loved being with Aunt Josey.
About that palm reading
she read mine a lot. She gently held my hand closely examining my
various "life lines." It would be as if she were reading some strange
book that told of all my life had in store.
She'd look at my
palm, then look at me, look at my palm again, and take a breath. All as
if to say, ..."You have a serious life on the way!"
Fortunately I was a
child innocent, and full of grace.
My nasty cynical side still slept. So all I did was giggle as Aunties fingers traced the lines of my life to come. She could read tea leaves too.
She came from an era where the acknowledgement of other realities,
other realms of being were taken for granted. This decades before Oprah.
But to the story. As I said it was very late.
After we'd put the records away my Aunt took me by the hand, and led me through the kitchen, and out to the backyard. The night was warm, and sweet smelling. There was a gentle breeze , and a sky full of stars! Fireflies bobbed, and blinked above the grass.
There was a stillness, a quiet that covered everything that night. Like
snow,..summer snow. Aunt Josey, and I sat on the back porch, and
enjoyed that magical night,..so many years ago.
After a time she looked down at me, and said, "Sidney,..everyone in the world is asleep except for you, and me."
I looked up at her, she smiled. "Yes", she said, "Their all asleep."
"We're the only ones in the whole wide world looking at the stars,
feeling the wind or talking to each other." "All of the animals, all the
birds, all the fish underneath the sea, and all the people even your
Mommy, and Daddy are asleep, and dreaming now.
Holding me close,
and looking up at the stars Aunt Josey said, "We're the last ones, the
last ones in the whole wide world,..that are still awake."
The Moon, the bright orange summer Moon was large in the sky.
"You see" ..."See." "The Moon has come close to kiss the world good night."
"The whole sleeping world." "It's come to kiss us good night too."
The Moon, the smiling "Man in the moon" filled our sky, and told us it was time to rest, time to sleep.
Aunt Josey picked me up, and took me to my room. She tucked me into
bed, and helped me say my prayers. She kissed me good night, and went
off to here own room.
In a little while, in a very little while both she, and I joined the Sleeping, Dreaming World.
(A story I wrote about my Grand Aunt "Josey".)
Stay Tuned.
