Yesterday it was time for my monthly visit to the hairdresser. An old, old lady sat in one of the other chairs. She was waiting for some colour and some life into her old, old thin hair.
I had brough my book and sat there prepared to have 30 minutes in quiet, reading. But soon my silence was interupted. The old, old lady was talking to the hairdresser, telling her about her son and his family. They live in USA but were back in Trondheim for a week visiting the old, old mother.
The old, old lady told about the different dinners she would cook for her son and his family, old, traditional meals, the room soon filled with the old, old lady chatting, the old, old lady's spirit. Life sparkled from the old, old lady's every fibre.
The phone rang and the hairdresser walked over to the desk to get it. The old, old lady was left alone and I was prepared for some silence.........then the old, old lady started to sing. Not loud, more like a humming, but the old, old sweet voice filled the room. I laid down my book and knew that I was experiencing a magic moment.
I looked over to the old, old lady, she met my eyes, smiling. I smiled back and deep in my heart a prayer started to form: "Thank you God for old, old ladies with magic wands to change a gray, silent day into a rainbow and a symphony. Dear God, help me not to forget the colours in my life, at 60, at 70, at 80, at 90.......as long as I live.
Photos: the roses are now blooming in The Blue Garden.
Epilogue: The old, old lady left before me. Only when she raised from her chair did I realise she was crippled and could hardly walk. To me it looked like she danced out of the room and she left me with the rainbow.
