This Magic Moment
Today was another beautiful day… physically and in spirit. I’m noticing a trend here. I sit here now on the quad… it is almost nine o clock and I have sat here and watched the evening cool and darken, and saw the street lights flicker on, now gleaming across the grass softly. It is like I have my own set of candles out here. The trees that line the sidewalk look like they were made to be painted, and the stars are bright and bold above me. The music on my laptop is playing lightly, some saxophone crooning and some piano jumping over the notes playfully. No one can ruin my day now.
It almost seems like perhaps I feel so well lately because I know that this is all coming to a glorious halt in two weeks. Two weeks? I could plan it down to the hour. It is as if no matter what happens in the next two weeks, I will get on a plane and fly away, and be totally free. A person lives differently when they know that everything that goes on, in two weeks, shall be memory and not experience. All of the hard work, the hours of reading, the squabbles and the petty arrangements, shall be past, and shall be laughed about later.
I bet God, if he/she exists, loves baseball. I realized today that there has never been a time that I went out to throw and didn’t become happy. It has never been anything but fun. Sometimes I didn’t like my coach, or the running that seemed to go on for hours during practice or the politics or the mean girls on my team who laughed at my clothes, hair, fill in the blank, whatever, but I always loved the game. God, just give me a friend, a ball and a glove, and I’ll be satisfied. Give me nice whether and I will be elated. Today, I stood out on the quad and played catch for two hours with Jeff and Gabe and owned my own private heaven. I didn’t have to answer to anyone. My skin drank up the sun and felt warm and soft, and later, when it was all over, it was coated with a thin layer of salt from good, hard earned sweat. And my muscles were thankful, and my entire body felt in tune and alive. There is something that is so automatic for me about throwing. I noticed it today. A great throw just happens, and I savor that action in life, because it may be the only one I can think of that works best without aiming at perfection, without too much concentration. It is a simple pleasure.
And how often had I taken for granted being able to sing my favorite song? My voice was gone for a week and how I missed that. I am no Tina Turner, but my heart aches when it’s been to long without sitting in my room alone, singing along side her the sweet melody of “Rollin on a River”. This Magic Moment… what is a magic moment? Today four people who share some odd sort of kinship sat at a red light contentedly for a long time, and no one complained. The wind was blowing warm through my car windows and I could feel the engine purring powerfully beneath me and Dave was singing “What Would You Say” and we were all just enjoying the time with the type of patience that is the same as being happy. And when the light changed green, it was like the car was flying, just floating across the road like it was a raging river and we were being tossed about it wildly, but smoothly, and it felt like being in love and it made me smile and lose my breath.
So it was a good day. I got an A on my Philosophy paper… and only one comment. “Excellent Work.” My heart stopped beating and I felt like I was saved. I think that things that are hard to earn are so much more grand than those things that I am given.
I came in the room today before I went out to play catch, and I changed into my bathing suit and a pair of shorts and I just stood in the middle of the room and danced. I really hope that everyone has a chance to do that. I encourage it, because it feels great. Go do it now if you are all alone. If you aren’t ask them to join you. Put on your favorite song, and it should be fast, and the beat should make you move against your will. It is so strong it drives you like you were a fast car. It throws you around from the inside and it holds your heart.
That is about all I did today. I read and I wrote and I threw and I danced and I drove and I laughed. I think that is all I ever want to do. I hope you all will join me sometime. Peace for all.
It almost seems like perhaps I feel so well lately because I know that this is all coming to a glorious halt in two weeks. Two weeks? I could plan it down to the hour. It is as if no matter what happens in the next two weeks, I will get on a plane and fly away, and be totally free. A person lives differently when they know that everything that goes on, in two weeks, shall be memory and not experience. All of the hard work, the hours of reading, the squabbles and the petty arrangements, shall be past, and shall be laughed about later.
I bet God, if he/she exists, loves baseball. I realized today that there has never been a time that I went out to throw and didn’t become happy. It has never been anything but fun. Sometimes I didn’t like my coach, or the running that seemed to go on for hours during practice or the politics or the mean girls on my team who laughed at my clothes, hair, fill in the blank, whatever, but I always loved the game. God, just give me a friend, a ball and a glove, and I’ll be satisfied. Give me nice whether and I will be elated. Today, I stood out on the quad and played catch for two hours with Jeff and Gabe and owned my own private heaven. I didn’t have to answer to anyone. My skin drank up the sun and felt warm and soft, and later, when it was all over, it was coated with a thin layer of salt from good, hard earned sweat. And my muscles were thankful, and my entire body felt in tune and alive. There is something that is so automatic for me about throwing. I noticed it today. A great throw just happens, and I savor that action in life, because it may be the only one I can think of that works best without aiming at perfection, without too much concentration. It is a simple pleasure.
And how often had I taken for granted being able to sing my favorite song? My voice was gone for a week and how I missed that. I am no Tina Turner, but my heart aches when it’s been to long without sitting in my room alone, singing along side her the sweet melody of “Rollin on a River”. This Magic Moment… what is a magic moment? Today four people who share some odd sort of kinship sat at a red light contentedly for a long time, and no one complained. The wind was blowing warm through my car windows and I could feel the engine purring powerfully beneath me and Dave was singing “What Would You Say” and we were all just enjoying the time with the type of patience that is the same as being happy. And when the light changed green, it was like the car was flying, just floating across the road like it was a raging river and we were being tossed about it wildly, but smoothly, and it felt like being in love and it made me smile and lose my breath.
So it was a good day. I got an A on my Philosophy paper… and only one comment. “Excellent Work.” My heart stopped beating and I felt like I was saved. I think that things that are hard to earn are so much more grand than those things that I am given.
I came in the room today before I went out to play catch, and I changed into my bathing suit and a pair of shorts and I just stood in the middle of the room and danced. I really hope that everyone has a chance to do that. I encourage it, because it feels great. Go do it now if you are all alone. If you aren’t ask them to join you. Put on your favorite song, and it should be fast, and the beat should make you move against your will. It is so strong it drives you like you were a fast car. It throws you around from the inside and it holds your heart.
That is about all I did today. I read and I wrote and I threw and I danced and I drove and I laughed. I think that is all I ever want to do. I hope you all will join me sometime. Peace for all.