Just Another Normal Day

Well, I began this morning with a giddy excitement because I am going home to Colorado for the Blossom Festival.  I get to wear my crown, sash, and wave to people in a parade (Blossom Queen 1986).  The giddiness quickly changed to panic when my mother called, and I realized that I had read my plane ticket wrong and was very late to the airport.  With only a few minutes to spare, my sweet friend who agreed to meet me and take me to the airport missed the airport turn off four times, and I discovered that I had no money for flight change or baggage.

I felt stupid.  I am a librarian, and I read the plane ticket wrong.  Oh, the irony!  I did get on a plane, 4 hours later, so I will hopefully make it to the banquet this evening for the Blossom Royalty.

As I reflect on why this upsets me so greatly, I understand it is because this represents a sweetness of the past, youth, beauty, possibilities and promise.  It is good to rest in those memories and soak them in.  It is impossible to completely enjoy such moments as a teenager.  It is too selfish of a time.  Here and now takes over those ticking seconds.  It passes by with a fleeting smile.

Today, I value the snippets of memory.  I was young and beautiful, and my future shone brightly before me.  If I could go back to that float sitting in my pink dress, I would shout to all that would listen, "This is a day that the Lord has made.  I will rejoice and be glad in it!"  I would lift my face to the sun and savor the warmth of the years to come.  Life is precious.  If only I could have really understood that then....

No More Fences

For years I have been saying that I am going to write.  Many ideas swirl in my head, memories from childhood, reflections from teenage years, and hardships/joys from adulthood.  But, they usually spin and go into hiding until quiet catches up on me.  Sadly, silence escapes me most days.  A darkness has begun to cling to my thoughts, and I keep hearing this voice calling me to write.  Time is riding its horse, and I can no longer sit on the fence watching it gallop past.  So, here is my promise. I am now writing.  Today begins the process.