Today, I made a quick trip to Atlanta, for business and to see some dear friends. As I drove down that familiar stretch of Ponce, avoiding potholes and pedestrians, I was briefly homesick seeing my old stomping grounds again. For 15 years, I loved this city, and it loved me back.
The day flew by too quickly, but rather than feel sadness that it was over, I was excited to be driving home.
HOME.
I'm finally here. And it suits me just fine.
Glad to be off the road, I stretch out on the back porch, watching the sun set and the birds flit around the leaves and curves of the trees.
All is well as we wait for summer to arrive.
Be well.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Learning to Lean
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
- Willa Cather
I am learning quite a lot this week... and leaning on others when the storms do roll into view.
Leaning's not my style, man.
There you have it, there's my declaration of independence.
As a child, I would often tightly squinch my blue eyes shut, certain that if I couldn't see them, they surely couldn't see me, either. (Ah, the super twin powers of imagination and invisibility!)
The older I get, though, the more my eyes open wide to the fact that life really is what Ms. Streisand sang about: "People. People who need people."
Not a one of us walk through this world alone.
And whether it's the homeless kid who lights up when he sees me and calls me by name, or my Mom who has spent nearly every morning this week lining cabinets with fresh shelf paper in my new house, or the local printer who remembers the job I brought in two months ago, or the minister who seemed to know every hurt of my heart, and then wrapped it all up so beautifully in prayer, or my niece who taught me how to ride a tree swing, or any of the other hundreds of people I see on a weekly basis, they all let me lean on them.
Most of them don't even know it, nor do they have any idea how much strength they share.
They help keep my heart full... and my eyes open.
Be well.
- Willa Cather
I am learning quite a lot this week... and leaning on others when the storms do roll into view.
Leaning's not my style, man.
There you have it, there's my declaration of independence.
As a child, I would often tightly squinch my blue eyes shut, certain that if I couldn't see them, they surely couldn't see me, either. (Ah, the super twin powers of imagination and invisibility!)
The older I get, though, the more my eyes open wide to the fact that life really is what Ms. Streisand sang about: "People. People who need people."
Not a one of us walk through this world alone.
And whether it's the homeless kid who lights up when he sees me and calls me by name, or my Mom who has spent nearly every morning this week lining cabinets with fresh shelf paper in my new house, or the local printer who remembers the job I brought in two months ago, or the minister who seemed to know every hurt of my heart, and then wrapped it all up so beautifully in prayer, or my niece who taught me how to ride a tree swing, or any of the other hundreds of people I see on a weekly basis, they all let me lean on them.
Most of them don't even know it, nor do they have any idea how much strength they share.
They help keep my heart full... and my eyes open.
Be well.
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