SIMPLICITY IN MOTION
I am a wanderer singing fiddle-dee-dee
No longer attached to one belief
Of what life should or should not be
Warm fuzzies dance around me
Like fairy elves from afar
And simplicity snuggled
In the arms of Grace
Nourishes the way things are
Illusions resembling dust particles
Try to cling to me
But... I am free of clutter
A wanderer singing fiddle-dee-fiddle-dee.
© Doris Ann Bridgehouse
I started keeping journals at the age of ten because of what happened the day Dr. Desmond discharged me. From that moment on, I periodically wrote about my days, my thoughts, and feelings. I dated them and kept them hidden in a cardboard box deep in my closet. In high school, my Aunt Mary Lou bought me a used Smith Corona. To practice my typing skills, I typed and organized years of journaling.
Through the course of time, they got lost in the shuffle. Then by chance I found them in 1999. As I read the journals, I decided to write a story based on events from my childhood. I altered situations and embellished the identity of the meaningful characters that have touched my heart. Soon a heroine evolved. I named her Winnie Adams.
She lives her life as a private person until the day her daughter, Alexandra and granddaughter, Emily, find her journals in the family’s attic. Soon an unplanned moment snaps everyone to attention. They discover Winnie is human, yet an emissary from a parallel world. She’s been living a mysterious dual life. Her mission is to integrate her teachings by radiating her essence.
Winnie’s journals express that finding her center was far from easy.
She walks on a thin line between doing what is right for her while recognizing others must do the same for themselves. If for any reason she gets caught in the web of thinking that the world around her is real or allows her ego to hold her in captivity, she'll forget where she's from. She’ll live the rest of her days as a human—never to return to her beloved land Triadd.
The evolved beings of this world inhabit numerous planets throughout the galaxies. They teach others how to live in harmony, and the value of living in the moment. Their specific attribute is to gather light and share this light with others; they’re called Lightgatherers.
Although unique, Winnie isn’t exempt from making mistakes or fumbling through life’s perils. If anything, her days can be rather difficult, especially when she grasps the fact that she’ll always be different from others.
This same excursion may also be your fate. Question yourself. Are you a Light-gatherer? Do you feel alone or that you don’t belong? Are you misunderstood? Perhaps you are from the parallel world Triadd. Who knows…? Read on. You may find a hidden part of yourself in Winnie’s story.
For the past month every Saturday my parents have been staying home in the afternoon. Rain or shine we walked to the local theater. Today the sun beamed her hot rays throughout my body. I thought being inside the theater with a bunch of sweaty kids wasn’t my idea of tranquility.
I asked, David and Daniel if they wanted to do something different and ditch the movie.
David said, “I’m game. What about you Daniel?”
“Okay! What is your plan?”
“Let’s go to the new luncheon place that opened in Centredale.”
Daniel shouted, “What……… that’s two miles away! Can’t you think of something better to do? And besides, we haven’t enough money to order anything.”
We will use the money we are supposed to use for the theater. I also I have a few dollars. Aunt Vivian has been giving me money to help her with clean her house. You two can pay me back when you receive your allowance.
David said, “Hey…I’m ready. A hot fudge Sundae sounds good to me.”
On our way to Kresege’s Luncheon Diner, David friend, Chuck, gave us a ride. I was modified when David asked Chuck to join us. Thank you world; he declined.
Chuck bragged, “Sorry gang, I have to work. In five minutes, Kresege’s Diner will have their finest dishwasher make his presents known.”
I was glad he couldn’t sit with us. Chuck is a first class jerk. His macho attitude drives me crazy. I admit he behaves himself around me, probably because of my brothers, but generally he is rude to girls. He cusses at them and talks about their anatomy. David told me Chuck has a rotten family life, his father is away most of the time and his mother is an alcoholic. I feel David’s makes excuses for Chuck’s trashy behavior. ”
He said, “Winnie, get off your high horse. All I know he is a good athlete and he is doing the best he can. Who knows, maybe he’ll change someday. Right now, I like being his friend. I don’t tell you who to hang around with and I know your friends aren’t perfect.”
David held the door open for me. The three of us stopped in our tracks. The luncheon diner was a place to behold. The chrome walls and accessories shined with a blinding glimmer. The tables and booths were vibrant red. The floor had black and white linoleum squares. They shined with a high gloss. Stepping into the restaurant, felt like a different world. The waitresses wore black blouses and red short skirts. The skirt looked like the skirts the girls ware at the ice skating rinks. Their shoes were red flats.
David and Daniel ordered hot fudge Sundaes. We each put a nickel in the jute box to hear our favorite songs. I played “Mr. Sandman.”
Daniel became impatient with me, he said, “Winnie, will you please order. Make a decision!”
“Okay, I decided I’d have the special, a chocolate éclair and a glass of water.”
The waitress brought David and Daniel Sundaes. She told me she’d be right back. When she returned, she told me they were out of the special. I became upset.
David said, “Winnie, you shouldn’t eat cream anyway. Order something else.”
I told the waitress I wanted to talk to the manager, I said, “It’s not fair, if you don’t have éclairs you should remove the sign.”
Daniel said, “Winnie, do you have to make a scene. Just order something, anything!”
The waitress came back with the head waiter. He was cute.
He said, “Excuse me, can I help you?”
I nodded yes.
“I’m sorry. Here’s a menu. Order anything you please. Your order will be on the restaurant.”
“Wooooooo…… Thank you…”
I read his name tag, “Ah…Craig. Keep up the good work. ”
The four of us laughed.
He said, “May I make a suggestion? Our blueberry pancakes are the best. Would you like to try them?”
After we finished our snack, I waved to Craig. He waved back.
David pushed my back and gave me a slight shove, he said, “Winnie, enough looking at the scenery. Get moving.”
Daniel said, “I have an idea, on the way home let’s stop at the Abbott’s Waterfall.”
“What is so important about a waterfall?”
“I’ve always wanted to walk across the top of it. Charlie, Arden, and Frank Dole have tried it. They told me it’s a thrill.”
I said, “Daniel you’re an accident waiting to happen.”
David said, “Daniel, if you walk across the waterfall, I’ll do it too.”
I complained that it was too dangerous, but my words fell on deaf ears.
David chirped, “Winnie, we did what you wanted. Didn’t we go to Kresege’s Diner? Stop being a spoil brat.”
Daniel and David suddenly ran past me with a buzz of excitement. I couldn’t understand why they were so enthralled with an idiotic the waterfall.
Soon a new adventure.