Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The little things: good things, bad things; things that mean everything

The Balloon: I went to my favorite restaurant on Friday night with my husband and we enjoyed some great food and music. It must have been someone’s birthday because a woman had a bunch of latex balloons in tow. Near the end of the musician’s set, one of the balloons had been set free from its leash and it had also lost its perkiness due to stale helium. Once the balloon had been set free, it began to happily bounce through the crowd of merry people, hitting everyone’s volleyball spike with joy. I watched as the balloon traveled through the half drunken crowd and I thought, “Wow. It’s amazing how helium – filled latex can connect such a joyous crowd on a Friday night. That’s awesome.” The Purple Chair: I watched a rented movie late one night over the weekend about two families who went through great lengths together to find their kidnapped daughters. The fathers of both daughters had captured the kidnapper and tortured him in order to get information out of him, since he was an accomplice to the lead criminal. Near the end, the case had been blown open by a lead provided by a supermarket clerk. Once the lead had been investigated, they held a man in custody who had been a prime suspect in the kidnapping. They captured him at a house whose walls had been covered in drawings of a maze; another clue. The house also contained large, black toolboxes that contained numbers of different kinds of snakes in addition to bloody children’s clothing. The clothing had been photographed piece by piece by investigators, which were then shown to each family in a private office. The first family stormed out of the office, emotionally destroyed by the assumed fact that their daughter was killed. The second family only consisted of the father since the mother was too emotionally distraught to leave her bed. The father entered the office, which was full of office furniture; a long meeting table and numerous, cushioned, mobile, purple chairs. The father sat in one of the chairs and examined the photos. One photo struck him when he noticed that the piece of clothing in the photo belonged to his daughter, which was covered in blood. A bullet of emotions struck his body while that purple chair supported everything; his physical weight, weight of emotions, everything. That’s the purple chair’s job. It supports many emotions each time it has an occupant. It’s the occupant’s world in the moment; the only support, comfort, and unforgettable piece in an occupant’s mind during a brief moment of heartbreak. Purple chair = a world in itself. Walking to the mailbox: I live in an RV and commute to school every day via a free commuter bus. Over the weekend, I was sitting at a makeshift table/bed, looking out the window and I spotted a man wearing a red coat and forest green pants off in the distance. He was walking a long walk down the lane (I live on a ranch…gravel and dirt only) and he crossed a highway to reach his mailbox. Looking up from my work very now and then, I watched him make the trek back down the lane with his mail clenched in his gloved hand. It made me think how hard he works to keep his ranch up and running all while volunteering at Church, being the head of the Church board, Search and Rescue, the Main Street Cowboy organization, visiting people in need, taking care of his family, and so much more. The walk he took out to the mailbox, reminded me of how relaxing and mind - clearing a simple walk can be, especially in the midst of such a hectic and focused schedule. Sometimes taking a break to enjoy some fresh air and nature’s beauty is all it takes to get back up and at it. I mean, at 74, with diabetes, naively keeping up his reputation as my hero, he is one hard – working grandpa.

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  1. Your title laid it all out, but the journey through each was enjoyable. So if you are going to have a teaching degree, but you don't want to be a teacher, what will you do?

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  2. So much in there! I wanted to know more about the purple chair--wondered if it could heal emotions or just let the sitter BE with his/her emotions. Or maybe he/she could objectively see and examine and hold (gently) his/her own emotions? For just a moment? Or maybe that's just because I could use some help with my scattered and strong emotions right now.

    But the last little story was the best. Clear winner. Something magical in there for sure.

    Nice work.

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    1. I think it could be all 3! I suppose it depends on the eye of the beholder. It would mean something different to each person depending on their situation. Thanks!

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  3. I loved this post Katie. It is important in all the commotion around us to take the time for ourselves and enjoy the daylight while we have it. When I think back to the purple chair it seems to me as if we all have a piece of furniture that held us upright while the world sunk in around us. It would be interesting to be a purple chair for a day, with no emotions, but stable.

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    1. Thanks, Tricia! I agree, it would be very interesting to be stable and support without any influencing emotions. I wish it were possible.

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  4. I enjoyed reading your post this week. As I have mentioned this has been a difficult week and a long one especially. Thank you for reminding me that even with a simple walk it can be a wonderful break most needed. I will now keep this in mind each time I have to walk and forth between the house and the wood pile to get wood for the stove. Thank you!

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    1. Simple breaks are necessities when there's time! You're welcome!

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  5. Great post, Katie. I love reading your writing, it's always easy for me to connect with, like reading an actual conversation! I'm glad you've had the oppertunity to reflect and think about whether you're really doing what you want to do. It can get very chaotic at times with all of the work we have this term to see the big picture. Go with your gut, and follow your dreams! :)

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