Thank you Winnie for your support, it means a lot to me, having you here. And everyone else, Welcome! I would like to have an adventure, lets walk down a trail and see what magic we can find, want to? There may be portals between the hedgerows and the corn fields so keep a good eye open. Whichever path we take let's keep nature close by our side and our hearts tuned to the divine, shall we? I have a feeling it's going to be grand. I'll meet you here by the blue door.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Beside Victoria
by Trendle Ellwood
The other homesteaders at the farm market have all welcomed us with open arms. We already feel love towards several of the people there. They have won us over with their charming ways. So the day that Victoria came I was startled! There I was basking in the sunshine when suddenly I felt this cold chill to my back and I turn around and there is Victoria glaring, with her hands on her hips. Her stall next to ours had been empty. I had looked forward to meeting her because some of the homesteaders had been referring to her as,” That Crazy Lady”.
“ Crazy lady, you should get along with her real well,” Little one told me one day, with her lopsided grin. I grinned back at her and waved my eyes as she giggled. But Little One was not giggling now, because Victoria was telling us that our table was out too far out and that the tables had to be behind this line. I was like, well Ok Victoria, but we could have said Hello first! We apologized to her and told her that we didn’t realize and my, wasn’t it a beautiful day for market! But Victoria just shook her head and got busy unloading her stuff, and we had to unload ours too so Little One and I shrugged our shoulders at each other and got to work.
We had our usual Saturday morning chat with Farmer Bob on our other side and hollered our usual hellos to those around us. The farm market manager came by in his yellow shirt and we had our jokes with the easy to get along with man. He went by Victoria’s stall and gave her a hearty hello but she only kept her head down and would not respond. He looked back at us with the exaggerated wondering face and went on. Then the customers kept us busy for a while. I would look over from time to time towards Victoria with smiles and admiration for her healthy crop of tomatoes.
Little One had been beckoned by the Coffee Café lady,Mary, a beautiful soul on down the row. She wanted Little One to get the children drawing with chalk on the pavement. Soon, Little One had a beautiful artistic rendering going on, drawing what each homesteader was selling, in front of their booths. That was until they came to Victoria’s booth, then she told them not to draw anything in front of her booth. Little One was put out by her, so I told her that we had to be understanding, and to just do as she was asked, not to draw in front of Victoria’s, but to keep on having fun.
Soon there was a lull in the activity and suddenly Victoria was in our stall and she was telling Little One and I that she could not believe that they put two booths selling the same things right beside each other. Trying to grasp at what she meant, I listened as she told me that she was going to sell flowers too and we were both selling flowers. She wanted us to ask if we could be placed in some other spot at the market, I was like, what! Farmer Bob sells honey and we are right beside him, it doesn’t matter. Nobody thinks it matters, we all get customers; there is enough to go around. I tried to tell Victoria this and so did Farmer Bill and Hubby, as she continued to worry about it throughout the day.
At one point she asked Little One if her Mama was going to sell cut Zinnias, because she was going to have them for sale. I told Victoria that it would be Ok, our flowers would compliment each other, and all our flowers would draw in more flower customers. So then she wanted to know how much we were going to ask for them because she was going to charge 4/1.00. This is when hubby tried to lighten her up and he told her, “ Ah! Well then we will just wait until you sell all of yours, then we will sell ours. Victoria returned with, “ Well! Then you will charge more and make more then me!” This was the moment that I decided, my goodness the poor thing!
So for the rest of the week Little One talked about Victoria to us, and how mean she thought she was. We tried to explain to her that she probably could not help herself.
I got to thinking about Victoria and that maybe she was next to me at the farm market for a reason; perhaps we had more in common than just the flowers. Victoria is scared, Victoria has fears, and so do I. It is wild for me to see that one of the things that Victoria is afraid of is me! Through Victoria I can so plainly see how our fears create our realities. The other homesteaders and us would be her friends if she were not too scared of us to let us.
Victoria skipped a week and I wondered if maybe she had given up, but this Saturday she was back. She pulled in, the back of her pickup truck full of purple petunias and lettuce. Her petunias were really pretty, and you know I like purple and I told her so. But I could not help but wonder, why she would have planted all her seeds the same color. Yes, every basket of wave petunias was the same dark shade of purple, no variation or contrast.
Victoria did not attack us with any concerns this week. Her husband was with her, and he seemed kind of normal. But still she would not respond to the Market Manager when he came by and I would some times catch her glaring at me. I didn’t like the cold draft that was coming my way from her side of our stall. So I decided to pull out this old conjurers trick , be nice! I just went right over and admired Victoria’s purple petunias and I admired the style of pot that she had used to plant them in. And guess what! Victoria said that my flowers were pretty too! I thanked her, and told her that I sold them on Wednesday but today I had not sold a one.
A little later Victoria came over with some marketing advice for me, she said that it would be good to put the price of the bouquets out front, real plain where people could see it. So I did what she advised and I was sure to thank her for her good advice when I sold one! Perhaps I will win Victoria over, I have a feeling some days will be different from others. But all in all, perhaps we can find some balance. There was one moment when I glanced over at Victoria and I saw Merlin standing there. He was with Victoria too. I saw in that one instant that we were of the same soul family. And the Merlin in Victoria was telling the Merlin in me, that the woman might be a bit crazy but that she also contained magic, like we all do.
Copyright © 2004, by Trendle Ellwood. All Rights Reserved
The other homesteaders at the farm market have all welcomed us with open arms. We already feel love towards several of the people there. They have won us over with their charming ways. So the day that Victoria came I was startled! There I was basking in the sunshine when suddenly I felt this cold chill to my back and I turn around and there is Victoria glaring, with her hands on her hips. Her stall next to ours had been empty. I had looked forward to meeting her because some of the homesteaders had been referring to her as,” That Crazy Lady”.
“ Crazy lady, you should get along with her real well,” Little one told me one day, with her lopsided grin. I grinned back at her and waved my eyes as she giggled. But Little One was not giggling now, because Victoria was telling us that our table was out too far out and that the tables had to be behind this line. I was like, well Ok Victoria, but we could have said Hello first! We apologized to her and told her that we didn’t realize and my, wasn’t it a beautiful day for market! But Victoria just shook her head and got busy unloading her stuff, and we had to unload ours too so Little One and I shrugged our shoulders at each other and got to work.
We had our usual Saturday morning chat with Farmer Bob on our other side and hollered our usual hellos to those around us. The farm market manager came by in his yellow shirt and we had our jokes with the easy to get along with man. He went by Victoria’s stall and gave her a hearty hello but she only kept her head down and would not respond. He looked back at us with the exaggerated wondering face and went on. Then the customers kept us busy for a while. I would look over from time to time towards Victoria with smiles and admiration for her healthy crop of tomatoes.
Little One had been beckoned by the Coffee Café lady,Mary, a beautiful soul on down the row. She wanted Little One to get the children drawing with chalk on the pavement. Soon, Little One had a beautiful artistic rendering going on, drawing what each homesteader was selling, in front of their booths. That was until they came to Victoria’s booth, then she told them not to draw anything in front of her booth. Little One was put out by her, so I told her that we had to be understanding, and to just do as she was asked, not to draw in front of Victoria’s, but to keep on having fun.
Soon there was a lull in the activity and suddenly Victoria was in our stall and she was telling Little One and I that she could not believe that they put two booths selling the same things right beside each other. Trying to grasp at what she meant, I listened as she told me that she was going to sell flowers too and we were both selling flowers. She wanted us to ask if we could be placed in some other spot at the market, I was like, what! Farmer Bob sells honey and we are right beside him, it doesn’t matter. Nobody thinks it matters, we all get customers; there is enough to go around. I tried to tell Victoria this and so did Farmer Bill and Hubby, as she continued to worry about it throughout the day.
At one point she asked Little One if her Mama was going to sell cut Zinnias, because she was going to have them for sale. I told Victoria that it would be Ok, our flowers would compliment each other, and all our flowers would draw in more flower customers. So then she wanted to know how much we were going to ask for them because she was going to charge 4/1.00. This is when hubby tried to lighten her up and he told her, “ Ah! Well then we will just wait until you sell all of yours, then we will sell ours. Victoria returned with, “ Well! Then you will charge more and make more then me!” This was the moment that I decided, my goodness the poor thing!
So for the rest of the week Little One talked about Victoria to us, and how mean she thought she was. We tried to explain to her that she probably could not help herself.
I got to thinking about Victoria and that maybe she was next to me at the farm market for a reason; perhaps we had more in common than just the flowers. Victoria is scared, Victoria has fears, and so do I. It is wild for me to see that one of the things that Victoria is afraid of is me! Through Victoria I can so plainly see how our fears create our realities. The other homesteaders and us would be her friends if she were not too scared of us to let us.
Victoria skipped a week and I wondered if maybe she had given up, but this Saturday she was back. She pulled in, the back of her pickup truck full of purple petunias and lettuce. Her petunias were really pretty, and you know I like purple and I told her so. But I could not help but wonder, why she would have planted all her seeds the same color. Yes, every basket of wave petunias was the same dark shade of purple, no variation or contrast.
Victoria did not attack us with any concerns this week. Her husband was with her, and he seemed kind of normal. But still she would not respond to the Market Manager when he came by and I would some times catch her glaring at me. I didn’t like the cold draft that was coming my way from her side of our stall. So I decided to pull out this old conjurers trick , be nice! I just went right over and admired Victoria’s purple petunias and I admired the style of pot that she had used to plant them in. And guess what! Victoria said that my flowers were pretty too! I thanked her, and told her that I sold them on Wednesday but today I had not sold a one.
A little later Victoria came over with some marketing advice for me, she said that it would be good to put the price of the bouquets out front, real plain where people could see it. So I did what she advised and I was sure to thank her for her good advice when I sold one! Perhaps I will win Victoria over, I have a feeling some days will be different from others. But all in all, perhaps we can find some balance. There was one moment when I glanced over at Victoria and I saw Merlin standing there. He was with Victoria too. I saw in that one instant that we were of the same soul family. And the Merlin in Victoria was telling the Merlin in me, that the woman might be a bit crazy but that she also contained magic, like we all do.
Copyright © 2004, by Trendle Ellwood. All Rights Reserved
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