I think I scared a few people today... While flying home from a great, albeit short trip, I learned that there are some things that are probably just not socially acceptable.
I was given a gift of a stuffed animal (a little furry lion) on this trip. It really means a lot to me for many reasons – a couple of them being how it reminds me of who gave it to me, and the fact that I have never been given a stuffed animal before. I didn’t want to squish him with in my luggage, and I also didn’t want him to suffer the indignity of being crammed in an overhead compartment.
So there I was, a grown (?) man, sitting in my window seat, wearing dark sunglasses, obviously experiencing a slow leak from the corners of both eyes, and holding a little stuffed lion in my lap. Needless to say, nobody bothered me on the entire fight.
But that’s not what I intended to write about...
There always seems to be so much that doesn’t get said during special moments in my life. This trip was one of those. Sometimes, they actually occur to me when I can say them, but for whatever reason, they don’t get said. Sometimes, they come to me too late. So, here are some of the things I didn’t say...
Thank you for sharing your home, your friends, and your life with me. Thank you for sharing what lives in your eyes; a window to those places where we really live, really dream, really know where the truth resides. Thank you for your smile, laughter, and moments of childlike abandon interspersed with the intensity of all that was explored, known, and shared.
I take with me tender moments, unspoken, eyes open, eyes closed, in a rare expression of “being.” But best of all, allowing me the opportunity to appreciate what it means for you to be “just you.”
So if you find yourself in a similar position, don’t hold back – just say it. Or, quite possibly, you will also wind up having people pointing and staring at you while you’re doing something equally socially unacceptable.
I was given a gift of a stuffed animal (a little furry lion) on this trip. It really means a lot to me for many reasons – a couple of them being how it reminds me of who gave it to me, and the fact that I have never been given a stuffed animal before. I didn’t want to squish him with in my luggage, and I also didn’t want him to suffer the indignity of being crammed in an overhead compartment.
So there I was, a grown (?) man, sitting in my window seat, wearing dark sunglasses, obviously experiencing a slow leak from the corners of both eyes, and holding a little stuffed lion in my lap. Needless to say, nobody bothered me on the entire fight.
But that’s not what I intended to write about...
There always seems to be so much that doesn’t get said during special moments in my life. This trip was one of those. Sometimes, they actually occur to me when I can say them, but for whatever reason, they don’t get said. Sometimes, they come to me too late. So, here are some of the things I didn’t say...
Thank you for sharing your home, your friends, and your life with me. Thank you for sharing what lives in your eyes; a window to those places where we really live, really dream, really know where the truth resides. Thank you for your smile, laughter, and moments of childlike abandon interspersed with the intensity of all that was explored, known, and shared.
I take with me tender moments, unspoken, eyes open, eyes closed, in a rare expression of “being.” But best of all, allowing me the opportunity to appreciate what it means for you to be “just you.”
So if you find yourself in a similar position, don’t hold back – just say it. Or, quite possibly, you will also wind up having people pointing and staring at you while you’re doing something equally socially unacceptable.
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