The Sweetness of Life....Memories of a Candy Store
Seeing the Magic in Life
Enchanting memories gently guiding along a journeys path
It seems like yesterday I couldn't wait for my mom to give me permission to cross the main street in our neighborhood to visit the Candy Store. Nestled next to the Laundromat there stood a tiny store with a huge window displaying a rainbow of colorful sugar treats....they were called penny candies in my day.
I remember upon entering the store the church like hush that seem to permeate the air as the huge door creaked opened to the sound of a tiny ringing bell announcing my arrival. My eyes as wide as saucers with each visit would scan every corner of the store in amazement at the quantity of color encased in such a small space. It had to be magic I thought to myself the way everything fit and blended together spreading a happy feeling within me with each trip I made to the tiny store.
Every trip granted to cross our town’s main street was a lesson mastered as I would nervously wonder within myself if I would have enough money for my sweet purchases, could I cross the street without getting hit by a car, and praying to God a stranger would never cross my path. Serious nervous energy for a child of seven taking her first footsteps into a grown-up world that she thought ended at the farthest sight she could see from her hazel eyes. I was growing and exploring, imprinting my footsteps on a journey that would take me farther than the sight of the end of our town’s main street. Who knew I one day would crisscross the continent never to step back unto the little main street that so many years ago seemed as wide as the Mississippi River to me today.
I have lived a life time of different chapters as my journey has continued through the years, but the memory of the Candy Store has always held a place of honor in my heart with each beginning and ending chapter, each new step into my journey.
I see within me my life mirrored as the tiny Candy Store from so many years gone by!
I have tried to live my life seeking the colorful rainbows in this world that make me feel happy and alive. Each new adventure whether a struggle or gift seems to be always scented with the sweetness of the Universe that seems so invisible to most but so apparent to me. Although my life is far from perfect with a taste of a sour ball every now and then, for the most part I have been blessed with gum drops and lollipops popping up all over the gardens I have tended to within my life. In my mind it is not only possible to make lemonade out of lemons it is also possible to harvest the sweetest of treats from the most barren of lands.
I not only reap for myself but love to share as any child with her brown bag of Penny Candies would. To walk alone cheerful is happiness but to share the cheery feeling with others becomes blissful. It is the church like hush of something magical bubbling into the Universe where life and love intertwine to become one of the same. It is acknowledging the honor to share in the touch of life through every imaginable form where it is possible to harvest happiness and love despite the existence of disparity over shadowed with darkness. It is the touch of magic that exists in a personal journey much like the touch of magic encased in the four small walls of a young girl’s first adventure into the Candy Store.