These days I am finding extraordinary in the ordinary.
I arrived in Pennsylvania other day to attend the funeral of my grandmother. As I drive around this town which is nothing like my own - I see the ordinary everywhere. The barns so close to the street you could touch them as you drive by. Farmhouses with quaint porches. Cornfields for miles. These are things images of my child hood, the memories of visiting often. The feelings as I drive to the church to say good bye change them from ordinary to extraordinary.
What they hold what I can not bring back.
We go through the things that once belong to my grandmother and her mother before, the dishes, forks and knives... all simple things, but ordinary no more.