Memories and Inspiration
I was reading Ben's blog recently of his memories from a first year teacher and some of the very interesting things that occured in the time (and yes Ben, it's purely miraculous you didn't get fired), and it got me thinking of some of my own. Somehow, Ben has this amazing way of taking words and giving them life so the reader gets lost in mystery and amazement and all things receive new meaning. I guess that's part of the power of being an english major. Anyway, if you haven't checked out his blog, you simply must. What you'll find there is mystical and magical, words float around like clouds and stars in the back of my dad's pickup on a cool Arizona night...and let me tell you, there isn't much that beats that. Some of my favorite memories are sitting back there on the way home from a road trip, just letting the wind whip through my hair as the pale moonlight creates a slight glow on the back of my eyelids. I can recall those moments...often my dad would be flying down a dirt road on the side of a mountain, and at first I would be a little frightened by the several hundred foot drop that sat a mere foot or two away from our tires edge, eventually though it would all fade and I would come to trust that dad knew what he was doing and wouldn't let anything happen to his kids. So I would lie back there and watch the sky and for that hour or two, nothing in the world could be more peaceful, nothing could be more magical. Even jotting down memories from the past takes me back, and I can feel my body relax as all my cares fade away. That's a feeling I miss. It reminds me of home, the family, trusting that all will be fine. There isn't much that can take me back to that magical feeling, but somehow Ben has a way of doing it. I can read his blog and get lost in the magic of words, and suddenly life is no longer busy all the time full of schedules and hardships. Somehow life changes amidst that page, while words dance around and capture you in a spell...I eventually wake up and come back to reality, but there's always a part of me that agrees that life should be mystical, that there's beauty in the mystery, and the only way to experience all the many wonderful hidden things is to let go and let God take the wheel. And much like my dad, trust that He won't let anything bad happen to his kids. So Ben, thanks for being inspirational and putting some of the magic back into life, thanks Dad for being such a great father and friend, and thank you Lord for always being there for me.