Cousin Deb is still here from Christmas visit. Mainly because I went on line without asking her and changed her ticket to a later date. My husband said, "You can't do that! She's adult! You have to ask her first." So, I told him, "You're right. You do have to give adults a choice about things." Then I hung up and changed her flight while she was still sleeping.
She's no adult. I know an adult when I see them. They are serious people making series decisions about important matters of state and country and hearth and home. Cousin Deb is four years old and dancing with me to Elvis's singing, "I an't nothing but a hound dog" while our Mother's stand outside the window, crouched in the bushes watching through the window because we won't dance with them in the room.
She's the one who rode me on the handlebars of my bike. She preferred to peddle. I preferred to ride. We have been lost, almost drowned, airborne, backed into corners, snow wrecked, car wrecked, detoured through a jungle, broken down, out of town and at the top of the world together.
When the holiday's gave husband and I an opportunity to dash to the East Coast to the see the Adorables and their parents, I wasn't satisfied with us bolting on Deb and her flying out the day I returned. Simple choice, change her flight for her. Tell her over coffee. It was the right decisions for a whole lot of reasons.
And, she took the news in stride. We've been together a long time. A friend of her's asked her, "Who does that? Who just changes your flight without asking you?" She simply replied, "River."
Just for the record, if you come to visit I will not change your flight without asking you. Most likely. OK, fifty/fifty. But only if I felt really, really moved to do so.
Deb has had some real time to visit with all the kids and Mom. She has helped me redecorate (salvage is more like it) the upstairs bathroom. We painted and wallpapered and it was just like the old days. Like Lucy and Ethel back on the road. Mishaps and mayhem. But you should see that little slice of home now. It has . . . character. Thanks to Deb and a few dashes for Craigslist finds.
So, Deb is still here. And that's a good thing. Last night I opened the window in her bedroom and said, "Look!" She looked. And said - "Oh, a White Christmas!" Finally, snow. And our world for a little while is nestled white. The view across the ridge amazing.
And today is the official calendar day of Epiphany has always been one of my favorites. In the Christian faith it is the day we celebrate the arrival of the three kings to visit Jesus. Or perhaps, the actual revelation of God to the world at large.
Epiphany. It's Deb's favorite word. That moment when our minds and hearts open, something shifts, and we perceive a truth that has been previously hidden. Something that can move and alter our lives and our world.
I pray you are right where you are meant to be today. And that the light of God, the truth of life, invades your space in the gentlest of ways. And that The Day of Epiphany rocks your world.
(Artwork by Kathrin Burleson