R is for Rejoice

ris for REJOICE.  Now here is what REJOICE means on the world wide web:

re·joice
rəˈjois/
verb
  1. feel or show great joy or delight.
    “he rejoiced when he saw his friend alive”
    synonyms: happiness, pleasure, joy, gladness, delight, elation, jubilation, exuberance, exultation,celebration, revelry, merrymaking

    And I feel that it is a pretty good description of the meaning of REJOICE.  But my question to you is what does REJOICE mean to you?

    To me the feelings and images that appear in my head circle around the Holidays; but for some reason it fits and it doesn’t fit at the same time.   To me it feels a bit fake,  and then  I see dark green holly mixed with the red berries of the season.

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    And there is a story somewhere in this wreath I can feel it….

    And then the feelings of fake suddenly disappear as I feel something new.  I REJOICE for there is a new story brewing.  Where is this wreath ?  Why is it hanging there?  Who put it in that particular space?

    So tell me how do you REJOICE?

     

Jake’s Beginning

Jake walked  further into the woods pushing aside the branches of the growth that reached out and  that hampered his forward movement.  He chuckled, and pulled down the cap that covered his ears.  He felt like he was a male little Red Riding Hood; and that he was going to be pounced on by a wolf who would rip out his throat with large fangs; “Better to eat you my dear!”   But that didn’t happen; it was a fairy tale; and he dropped his hand down to his back pocket to where his cell phone lived.

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Jake pushed through the trees; he listened and he was the only one thrashing through the brambles. The leaves were still.  He looked back and squinted he could barely see the edge of the pasture.  It was almost as if he had stepped into another world.  He frowned and backed up a step, his sneaker crunched down on a a dead branch that echoed through the clearing with a snap.  It was silent and a bit dark.  Yes it was darker, there were shadows lengthening down the old growth.

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How could that be?  He looked again and  5 feet in front of him was the rusted wheels of the bicycle that he and his brothers had joked about just about 6 months before.  Jake moved closer. Yes there was the horn that he sounded that had sent the yearlings running across the field.  They had been grounded for that incident because the yearlings had scrambled and one of them broken a leg in the panic.  But the bike was rusted now and the horn; it squeaked and a sad sound hissed out; an old worn  out copy of itself barely 6 months old.  And the trees were old, Jake looked around frowning and he shook his head he didn’t understand.

 

 

 

The Backyard and Sydney

ImageThe backyard was cozy;  bordered on the backside by a gray weathered split rail fence.  Arching over was a huge sugar maple that sheltered and protected the yard from the hot sun in the summer and the deep snow of the winter.  the grass was short and green taken care of  and along the fence line there were little piles of dried grass from its recent mowing.  Protecting the base of the brick house was a low hedge of juniper bushes that were heavy with light blue berries.   Along the stairs that reached down into the yard bright warm colored hollyhocks grew that were a favorite with the small humming birds that swarmed them daily.  Above fastened to the eve of the roof there dangled a number of bird feeders; the seed filled plates, little homemade wooden trays, along with the bright red liquid feeders for the feisty humming birds.

In the center of the yard there was a large granite colored bird bath that was filled daily due to the vigorous activities of the birds and Sydney who was a bit larger than a robin.  However his coloring was not that of the red breasted bird but a brilliant green as he was a 6 inch green dragon.  His underbelly was a lighter green than that of his upper scales and on his lower left foot he was missing one of his talons due to a forgotten stitch.

Beyond the split raid fence there was a field that was a flood of wild flowers. White daisies with their yellow centers reached towards the sun. Clusters of lilac colored clovers and orange poppies dotted the field breaking up the green and light brown of the knee high grasses.  Little yellow and white moths fluttered here and there; and on the light pink flower of a dark green milkweed sat a monarch butterfly.