Thursday, April 29, 2010

Conversations with Maude

You have heard curse words before I am sure, so I do not need to use any here. What Grace heard interspersed with the tapping noise were the curses of Maude the Moth as she bammed, bammed, bammed into the Light on the back Porch.

"Would you (bam) mind turning (Bam bam) that Damn (bam) thing OFF? " This was Maude's request and Highly directive remark to Grace.
Scrambling, Grace ran for the switch that brought a partial darkness to the porch. The Moonlight leaked through the tree branches, and illuminated the spot where Maude rested exhausted on the silvered leaf of a pothos.
She cursed again, and said "OK Grace, what is it? You turned on the light and called me. Now what is it? Jeez, I have a headache." She rubbed an antennae over her tiny head.
It was Grace's turn to curse, which she did quietly. "I am so sorry Maude. Really. I didn't think...hadn't remembered that leaving the light on like that would send for you...I mean...I have been so ..." Grace could not finish. She stammered and did not finish. To say that she was depressed was an acknowledgement of something she did not wish to face.
Maude peered over at her. "What's wrong with you Grace? You cocooning?"
"Cocooning?" replied Grace bewildered.
"Yeah, the word is you can't get out of Bed. I thought maybe you were going into a cocoon, transforming yourself... You know like we Moths do. I thought maybe you called me to show off your new wings. I was going to congratulate you."
"I am not Transforming, Maude." Grace replied sadly. "I am just depressed," she admitted.
"Depressed? What is "depressed" Grace?"
" I don't really want to have this discussion with you Maude," began Grace in an agitated voice. She stopped herself. Who would listen to her? Who did she wish to have share in this problem? This burden.
"Look Grace, you ask me to come here. Summoned me with the light. I don't know what Depression is, I ask a simple question  because I don't know.What is Depression?" Maude looked up with an earnestness that Softened Grace's anger. Maude's antennae were crossed at the tips, and there was concern in her voice.
Grace looked at her hands. She took a deep breath and felt the skin tingle around her chest.  She felt a rise of sadness in her gut and the tears fell. She began to speak.

7 comments:

Holly, the Old Western Gal said...

This story is very precious so far!

Kelly said...

I agree with Holly, will we hear more?

Baggaraggs: said...

You will hear More. :)

phylliso said...

I think Grace needs to get out her needlepusher,or is it threadpusher? & sew till her mind gets uncloudy again....just a thought to help sweet Gracie,phylliso

Debra said...

Grace doesn't comprehend what depth of love her Maker has for her......wether she's depressed or not-he loves her and she is always on His mind....

Snugglebug Blessings said...

Hey Robin, you really write very well. Do I see a book deal in the future??? Hum? I think so. You are so very talented lady. I will be back to read more of this wonderful story. Thanks so much for your kind and encouraging words re: my surgery. I'm not looking forward to it but am glad this pain will be gone. God bless. Cathy

Jacque said...

I LOVE your story telling. Don't let Grace get too depressed - she has to know that she is loved by many