Ponytail Tale
I must keep Goody Ouchless Elastics in business. I lose these ponytail bands all the time and everywhere. I’ll often see one on the ground in public—I spot them in foreign countries and sometimes on the concrete floor in Costco—and I wonder if it’s mine.
It goes without being said that these babies are all over our house. In every nook and cranny. It falls out of my hair. It’s lost. And then I just go get another.
I told John that long after I’m gone, he’s going to find these in our house and all over the world, and I hope he’ll think of me.
I hope he remembers me shooting them at him. I hope it’s a reminder to him of our wedding bands, the circle of life, and of concentric circles:
“Sometimes I imagine myself standing at the end of a dock over a still lake. I have a pebble in my hand. I look down; I drop the pebble into the calm water. The tiny rock hits the surface of the water, the water receives it, and there are concentric circles.
There is no alternative. What I touch, changes. For the good or the bad. My scuba-diving family tells me I cannot touch the ocean’s coral because it is a living thing, and my touch will change it.” *
After I’m gone, with all my heart, I hope my impact on this “surface” has been helpful. I hope the ripple I’ve left is love—and that it’s a teeny reminder of God’s infinite, eternal circle—the one with no beginning and no end.
*From “Circles” chapter in I Punched Myself in the Eye.