Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Good Music, Two Kids and Clear Skies...
04/20/2010
Southwest 489, St. Louis to BWI. It is a spectacular day to fly. The ground is vivid with detail, just a few puffy clouds, and lots of sun. The plane is about half full. Josh Groban is singing away through my Bose headphones and filling my atrophied medulla oblongata with some very pleasant music I can very much appreciate but not understand because most are in Spanish, Italian or French (I am not a Lyric guy – too much clutter for my limited IQ to comprehend intended meaning). Across the aisle from me sit two very beautiful babies, about three or four, both wiggling with joy at being on an airplane.
I think my love of children is genetic. My dad seemed to attract the little ones almost like Santa Claus. There isn’t anything other than The Nancy that lights up my life more than a smiling, happy child. These two little ones are cute as any I have seen. I got the little girl to throw me a wide grin, and am now working on her brother. It is just a matter of time.
My daughter and I share the same feeling for music, though our tastes may be at odds. She and I have shared how easily beautiful music brings up emotion in us. Sometimes I hear a song such as Josh Groban’s “You’re Still You” or “To Where You Are” or “When You Say You Love Me” and I get glassy-eyed after just a few words. I like to think of it as a gift given to me, others might say I am in touch with my feminine side. I like to think it is my true machismo, my masculinity that allows such feelings to surface. I am not afraid to cry and truly beautiful music can bring me to the brink very quickly.
To fly on a day like this allows me to relish in the glory of the creation of the Universal Presence, aka God. For me, a former denier of all things God, flying at 25,000+ feet above the surface is always a nostalgia trip to my epiphany of the connectivity of all things, and allows me the privilege to enjoy The Best Day Ever every single day of the year no matter what comes my way. Thank you, God, for this day!
All of this may make me wimp in some people’s eyes. I just like to think of myself as an emotional, child-loving individuation of the Soul of God. I can accept the wimp moniker if that is what this makes me, but I am a wimp enjoying The Best Day Ever for another twelve hours or so, then I get to do it all over.
And that is all I have to say about that…