on the gad


In coffee on June 3, 2011 at 2:57 pm

you would think that i would remember, having grown up here, that just because a day starts out grey and hopeless doesn’t mean that there isn’t a chance for full on sunshine by and by. unlike up north where grey beginnings meant a total crap day and one could only try to maintain some hopefulness for the next day. since i am still in the habit of worshiping every ray of sunshine, and have no employment to interfere with soaking up said sun, you can imagine how bronzed my shoulders have become. while in switzerland very recently, my niece tried to catch up to my browness (she’s mexican, for god’s sake!) but only managed to get a vicious sunburn. she got me back by forcing me to hike in froofy sandals for an hour and a half to a nearby castle which gave me a crippling blister. and then this sad pair had the herculean task of assisting big brother clean out my father’s house.

it was brutal. both physically and emotionally. but wonderful too. and all the lovely moments of our trip are rising to the surface now as the weeks pass. we filled two dumpsters, sorted through and set aside enough good stuff to fill another, and came away with one large suitcase full of goodies to take home, and four parcels of photos, slides, etc. my brother estimates that we kept about one percent of dad’s stuff. countless trips up and down two sets of stairs, allergies, multiple car loads of now empty boxes driven away, way too many rubberbands, and so much crying. for my dad, myself, and i took turns grieving for every family member he left behind. we tried to remember to drink fluids and we forgot to eat lunches. and we got the job done in a mere three days! we are super.

in the swiss countryside small towns run into each other all in a row. we stayed at a fabulous bed & breakfast, the gasthof schloessli. i am a lousy traveler as i lack intestinal fortitude but i felt so at home there. grand breakfasts on the sunny patio, gourmet dinners at the end of our work days, and the church bells a block away to tell time by. dad rests now in the church yard. we added a wooden toy train to his site. when the bells aren’t ringing, birds are chirping and cow bells make music. the sun shines and the mountains loom. i can’t think of a nicer place to rest. i miss our dad. i miss switzerland. especially during a heat wave. i miss being part of a work crew, sharing quality time with brother & niece, finding a fresh noir chocolate stash, and bells. back here in berkeley, i have discovered the tibetan gongs at the end of a yoga to the people class come close to evoking the same feelings as swiss church bells. and, yes, i weep. but that’s okay. it’s yoga. and i always carry a hankie.

  1. Aww. I, too, miss the church bells. I recorded a bit of them on my phone; maybe today I can figure out how to upload the file. You miss the looming mountains? They seemed to cause you some trepidation whilst we were there…

  2. i was forced to get used to them. like i had to get used to the barbaric practice of joining civilization BEFORE morning coffee.

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