September 24, 2014

Human Connections

It was a morning like any other. Kind of sleepy, but I was on my second cup of coffee and hoping this would do it. I knew shouldn't have stayed up late binge watching random YouTube videos!
I hurriedly get dressed and do a quick 5 minute makeup and I’m finally ready. I get into my reasonable sedan, still sipping on that coffee.
So I’m driving a long on the highway when a familiar tune comes on the radio. It’s “Groove is in the Heart” At first I just smiled and nodded my head to the beat but I couldn't control myself. I simply had to sing right along and do a little car dancing. I silently thank Dee Lite for composing a tune such as this to get me in a great mood this morning.
Just then. I glance over at the car beside me and this is what I see. It’s as if in slow motion, a car full of young teens mouthing the words to the song. At first glance I thought they were mocking me. But then…..BUT THEN, I realized what was going on. They’re listening to the same station. To the same song! They were having a blast, giving me thumbs up and waving. We drove along side each other and continued to bop along to the classic tune and as they veered right, quite poetically, the song ended just as they caught their exit. We gave each other knowing nods and then, just as quickly as that Kia full of kids came into my life, they were out of it.
Did that just happen? I asked myself as I continued driving along my way. It did. And it was amazing. It was a rare, and beautiful moment of pure human connection with strangers.

August 10, 2014

Why I Love The Sea

As a small child when you’re hurt or upset, your mother or father or someone would carry you. You could fall asleep in the car or somewhere, and your parents would carry you to your bed. I recently read something very small and simple, that was kind of profound. At some point, your mother or father put you down and never picked you up again. Hmm, I thought, it’s true and it’s kind of sad. You never really knew it would be the last time someone carried you and you were probably too young to appreciate being carried anyway.
For the most part, for the rest of your life you carry yourself. Hopefully you carry yourself well, with dignity and pride. Rarely does one, as an adult get to let go in that way and feel cared for as you did in childhood. A bride being carried over the threshold on her wedding day is a romantic gesture and when an athlete is lifted up over his teammates’ shoulders it’s showing appreciation.
The sea carries me. When I swim way out away from the crowds, and I’m floating in the water, I feel weightless. I feel at one with nature. My head is clear. The sea washes away my worries, heals my aches and in that moment, the sea is carrying me. It tells me everything will be fine. The sea is where I feel free.