Footprints? Really?
So, in the last post I made on this I referenced a piece of writing. A piece of writing which I found myself pondering in what was late night (early morning depending on your time zone) today. I was on a red eye flight home from one of the most touristy fun filled vacations I have ever had. My top "Slug and Schwartz Honeymoon" without question, but I wondered why all I could think about was, indeed, that piece of writing. I thought about the fact that soon (very soon) we'll be hitting three full months since it was written, and I still haven't gotten the divine nudge I've been waiting for. Moreso, why was I thinking about my twin sister in the context of what one friend said she would do, if the need ever arose? Why was I thinking about what was said one night when a huge chunk of a family iceberg melted so easily out into "the open" like that? In the line to Starbucks, contemplating the potential of future relationships with reference to "the family iceberg", and things that certain coworker friends had said, as well as sisterly and motherly fellow travellers. The phrase "I can't even tell you how much we are intertwined." floated past as my thought processes moved from family life to prayer life. I thought about a house made of straws which (although now quite beaten up due to being knocked off the wall by almost anyone who walked in my room based on its precarious placement on two forbidden tacks in the wall) still resides in one of the boxes which was moved from Residence A to B, rather than being moved home. I thought about why I find it near impossible to let any of my "wing memories" go "home" without me. Likely because when I was younger my parents would throw out things that they didn't see as significant, and that's when I became known as the family pack rat. I continued to ponder Why on earth I brought a flower pot, an express post envelope filled with different letters and things, even a magnet separate from the rest, simply for fear of anything happening to it.
And then. I read about footprints on a car door. One simple line, and am once again drawn to not only ask why, but also to state a simple "wow", in awe of the fact that I guess we really are more alike than I thought. The paper bag which held the magnet earlier mentioned is slipped inside that big express post envelope, and as for that piece of writing? Well, I remember packing up my room in Residence A, and all I can tell you is that when my brother hovered it over the recycling bin my heart leapt from my chest, and in informing him of its importance, and the need for it to go to Residence B, he rolled his eyes and placed it in one of the *pauses to count* five large rubbermaid totes that got brought here. Which one? I'm not sure. All I know is that I feel a little better knowing about the footprints, because it maybe gives me a leg to stand on (in my heart anyway) when my parents say "you brought way too much junk over to this room for three weeks!"
Wow. Thank you. For someone who takes Joy from the simple things in life, ya sure know how to make a girl smile, from the inside out. There is so much I'm trying to hold back from saying, I just hope that all of that stuff (if it's meant to) somehow makes it from my heart to yours.
And then. I read about footprints on a car door. One simple line, and am once again drawn to not only ask why, but also to state a simple "wow", in awe of the fact that I guess we really are more alike than I thought. The paper bag which held the magnet earlier mentioned is slipped inside that big express post envelope, and as for that piece of writing? Well, I remember packing up my room in Residence A, and all I can tell you is that when my brother hovered it over the recycling bin my heart leapt from my chest, and in informing him of its importance, and the need for it to go to Residence B, he rolled his eyes and placed it in one of the *pauses to count* five large rubbermaid totes that got brought here. Which one? I'm not sure. All I know is that I feel a little better knowing about the footprints, because it maybe gives me a leg to stand on (in my heart anyway) when my parents say "you brought way too much junk over to this room for three weeks!"
Wow. Thank you. For someone who takes Joy from the simple things in life, ya sure know how to make a girl smile, from the inside out. There is so much I'm trying to hold back from saying, I just hope that all of that stuff (if it's meant to) somehow makes it from my heart to yours.