12:38 pm
It's past my bed time. Here I sit in my just washed sheets, tucked into my little cocoon of a bed. The fan is rhythmic in its whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A song plays, quietly reminding me of the generosity of a Father who knew me before I was formed in my mother's womb.
Next to me sits a book, an interesting book with an interesting cover. It shows an old gas pump on an open road. I look at it and wonder what the hidden message is behind the picture. A caption reads, "Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road." The phrase takes me back to an oh so familiar and special place that I go often (yet, haven't been to it in a while.) It is a place of open fields and it always smells of summer grass, cows, and hay. There are no busy roads to steal my attention from the nature that surrounds me. Here, the sunsets are always extra colorful. As I drive along at 25 miles an hour, every window is down and my hair is completely tangled; there is no use to bother brushing it now and I couldn't care less. From the radio, tunes of bluegrass and unknown folk tunes serve as the day's perfect sound track. I glance into the rear view mirror and for a moment, I am mesmerized by the richness of an orange and pink sky, painted for me. Returning my focus to the skinny road ahead, I look out to the right and see fields of white cotton, ready to be picked and shipped off to some huge manufacturing plant (probably in china) for the making of what will one day be someone's favorite old tee shirt. Then I look to the left. I continue to drive, pacing myself to about 20 miles an hour now, and looking at the passing corn field, I try to get a quick view down every row. It has always intrigued me, for some reason, that crops are planted symmetrically, in perfect little equal lines. I try to find an isle that's off somehow, but I fail my mission; That, however, is okay by me as I like things to be symmetrical.
I continue soaking in my time on this favorite drive of mine, wanting the road to be longer than it is. I slow down again. But, that is usually when a tractor or some other usually slow moving vehicle passes me. Am I really driving at such a sluggish speed? I hope that wherever I go in this life, there will always be a quiet road (literally speaking) that will accommodate my need to escape the fast lane. It's true: Light, God, and Beauty are all interconnected on the Open Road. I hope gas prices go down, because I don't intend to stop driving any time soon. My thoughts are plentiful and meaningful in the car...Sort of like singing is better and more beautiful when done in the shower, thoughts are more challenging and make more sense when driving.
Now it's really past my bed time and I'm gettin crazy in the head.
to be continued...?
It's past my bed time. Here I sit in my just washed sheets, tucked into my little cocoon of a bed. The fan is rhythmic in its whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
A song plays, quietly reminding me of the generosity of a Father who knew me before I was formed in my mother's womb.
Next to me sits a book, an interesting book with an interesting cover. It shows an old gas pump on an open road. I look at it and wonder what the hidden message is behind the picture. A caption reads, "Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road." The phrase takes me back to an oh so familiar and special place that I go often (yet, haven't been to it in a while.) It is a place of open fields and it always smells of summer grass, cows, and hay. There are no busy roads to steal my attention from the nature that surrounds me. Here, the sunsets are always extra colorful. As I drive along at 25 miles an hour, every window is down and my hair is completely tangled; there is no use to bother brushing it now and I couldn't care less. From the radio, tunes of bluegrass and unknown folk tunes serve as the day's perfect sound track. I glance into the rear view mirror and for a moment, I am mesmerized by the richness of an orange and pink sky, painted for me. Returning my focus to the skinny road ahead, I look out to the right and see fields of white cotton, ready to be picked and shipped off to some huge manufacturing plant (probably in china) for the making of what will one day be someone's favorite old tee shirt. Then I look to the left. I continue to drive, pacing myself to about 20 miles an hour now, and looking at the passing corn field, I try to get a quick view down every row. It has always intrigued me, for some reason, that crops are planted symmetrically, in perfect little equal lines. I try to find an isle that's off somehow, but I fail my mission; That, however, is okay by me as I like things to be symmetrical.
I continue soaking in my time on this favorite drive of mine, wanting the road to be longer than it is. I slow down again. But, that is usually when a tractor or some other usually slow moving vehicle passes me. Am I really driving at such a sluggish speed? I hope that wherever I go in this life, there will always be a quiet road (literally speaking) that will accommodate my need to escape the fast lane. It's true: Light, God, and Beauty are all interconnected on the Open Road. I hope gas prices go down, because I don't intend to stop driving any time soon. My thoughts are plentiful and meaningful in the car...Sort of like singing is better and more beautiful when done in the shower, thoughts are more challenging and make more sense when driving.
Now it's really past my bed time and I'm gettin crazy in the head.
to be continued...?
posted by bargame at 10:37 PM
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