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Monday with Marley
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October 20, 2008 ![]() There's
a movie Lynn and I like to watch whenever it seems the World is more
weird than wonderful. Robin Williams plays a doctor who is killed after
his children die in a car accident. Only his wife survives.
Inconsolably depressed, she committs suicide. Sounds
depressing, but it's not. It's one of the more uplifting movies ever
made. "What Dreams May Come" depicts Heaven as a colorful place,
infinitely and perfectly maleable. Like a painting in the making,
Heaven can change over and over again by what one wills. Of course,
there are a few hard, fast rules, but even these can be broken by
someone with passion and dogged determination. I
was raised believing that Heaven could be a Place on Earth. Most the
time, I remember that simple reality. When I forget though, damned if
Hell isn't right here, too. There are
tough times coming. Most of the World is full of fear. We tip-toe in
trepidation, afraid we might fall. We will- and so what? I
like to remember, in times like these, about Dudley and Bonita Yazzie.
They are the parents of Tommy Yazzie, my best friend, who Eagle's Nest
at CastleRock is dedicated to. Dudley and Bonita live in a traditional
Hogan. Its eight sided log walls hug the two old people, Shea Chea and
Shea Masana, (My Grandfather and My Grandmother) like it has since they
were first married. The little fire set into the middle of the floor,
warms the whole room, even when the cold north wind houls across the
mile high plateau. The growing light greets the ninety
year-old couple every morning through their single, cedar
plank door. Together, they have blessed the rising sun for sixty-two
years. This land was given to Bonita
by her mother, who taught her at twelve how to weave on the old wooden
loom. The wool, the milk, the meat comes from their sheep, members of
an extended family, generations long. Dudley has an old truck
and when it runs, they dress up, always in traditional garb, their
finest silver and turquoise and tumble down the rutted road
into town, to trade, to buy coffee and sugar and some flour and
salt. Their needs are few and they are rich. Their needs are few and they are rich. Their needs are few and they are rich. If
Heaven can be a Place on Earth, if Heaven is a colorful place,
infinitely and perfectly maleable, if we rise above the fear that we
may fall, if we remember our real needs and shed our greed, if we
carefully and consciously create community, maybe we'll stand here and
greet the sun together for as many beautiful mornings as this World has
planned for us, those with passion and dogged determination. Have a wonder-filled day! | ||