Her Light Saber is Ready and Glowing

I love this photo because the color black is just the backdrop.  The fern leaves vibrate in shades of silver and gray with raindrops glittering like diamonds or maybe white pearls after a spring shower.  Like the color of my silver hair under the cloak of warm chestnut hair dye, those wild and free white locks tell a deeper truth of who I am and who I might be.  Recently my husband and I have been doing something nice for somebody because we've had some good fortune.  The person we are helping accused me of being cheap despite us paying about $5000 for the project and it taking forty hours to complete.  The same person said to my husband, "What?  Can't you find the trash?"  My husband who had passed a bag through a doorway responded, "I thought maybe these things were your son's art projects and photos and you'd like to keep them."  You might think the person would smile and apologize.  "Well, they're not all mine."  They sniffed in that righteous way that belies deep and wide insecurities.  I could get mad.  I could say, "What an asshole."  And I have.  But mostly I let it be.  In the way I no longer interfere with my sister who gives away all her money to her fake Nigerian lover who she's never seen.  Her addiction, which I no longer attempt to control, leaves her with no money for her false teeth like she's mainlining heroine.  And in the same manner I no longer chase people who just can't seem to fit me into their schedule.  I don't take it personal any more.  I simply let it be.  And in that way, I don't react much to people who snip and snipe in my direction.  I recognize, maybe smile as their behaviors reveals who they are to me.  It's all business now with the person who acts like I'm going to grab their new computer and run away or set their Honda on fire.  Who tells me I am cheap and my husband's an inconsiderate slob.  Her light saber is ready and glowing when danger is nowhere in sight.  I understand those dynamics because that used to be me.