Standing and sitting on the edge were two different worlds.
Standing. Distant. My soles against the earth. Watching the winding, calm-rushing Kettle River. Making note of the shoreline. Treetops dancing, following their lead partner. The vast spectrum of green, blue and brown. Browsing.
Sitting. Touch. The smooth-rough sandstone. Sensing the swift pressure of movement beneath my freeing, dangling feet. The river’s airflow against my skin upon each lean to look over the water. Hearing the passing rapids. Pausing.
I really could have sat there forever.
It’s instances such as these where the simplicity of going outside is the best thing we are missing. Senses become alive. Refreshed and connected. Spending more time outdoors is one of the best decisions I’ve loved making. Let’s go!
Tous Les Jours.
I waited by the glass entrance for my sister and brother-in-law to make their scrumptious selections. A handicapped mother and her daughter tried to inch their way in. I went to hold the tall door open.
With the coming and going, regulars who went directly to their favorite, indecisive roamers trying to make up their mind, the mother knew her electric wheelchair would cause great distress in the body-filled aisles. She parked to my left as we waited together at the glass entrance.
“We come all the way from Brooklyn just for this,” the mother introduces herself.
“Do you?! It’s our first time here,” I reply with my excited tourist voice.
“It’s worth it,” she says. I assume it’s quite a trip.
“What do you usually get when you come?” I ask to get her favorites.
“The Fruit Pastry.” She motions the daughter to bring over her wooden tray to show me. I take a good look to make sure to get a Fruit Pastry next time (which I do–it. is. yum.) My sister and brother-in-law are ready with their bag of goodies. I say thanks and farewell to the mother.
We didn’t exchange names. Our interaction lasted less than five minutes. I think of her today.
Are rain clouds heavy?
Full gray floating light as air.
Pours, watering down.
As long as I am living in Minnesota, an annual welcoming of Spring is attending MIA’s (Minneapolis Institute of Arts) Art in Bloom. What made this year standout was the chance to interact with florists. Maybe that opportunity was due to my first time attending the show on its first night, I’m not sure.
I had a nice, quick chat with florist Lisa Flynn who was a first year participant. I asked about her inspiration behind choosing Henri Matisse’s Boy with Butterfly Net. Flynn’s answer went along the lines of, “MIA gives us around 200 art pieces to choose from. The net grabbed my attention. I thought to myself, ‘What kind of flowers would the boy catch?’ I researched butterflies. I spent a lot of time at Home Depot. The net was my inspiration.” Absolutely adored her arrangement!
Another moving art is granny-fashionistas. This was my third time attending Art in Bloom. I was reminded how each time I’ve gone, it is the one time where I see a multitude of the fanciest, old people, ever. One was covered in bright hot pink from head to toe. A walking flower of her own.
Written by Jacqueline Woodson, Author of Brown Girl Dreaming
And somehow, one day, it’s just there
speckled black-and-white, the paper
inside smelling like something I could fall right into,
live there–inside those clean white pages.
I don’t know how my first composition notebook
ended up in my hands, long before I could really write
someone must have known that this
was all I needed.
Hard not to smile as I held it, felt the breeze
as I fanned the pages.
My sister thought my standing there
smiling was crazy
didn’t understand how the smell and feel and sight
of bright white paper
could bring me so much joy.
And why does she need a notebook? She can’t even write!
For days and days, I could only sniff the pages,
hold the notebook close
listen to the sound the papers made.
Nothing in the world is like this–
a bright white page with
pale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencil
the soft hush of it
And even though she’s smarter than anything,
this is something
my sister can’t even begin
Me: On my test there was a question that I didn’t study for and made me think of you. Paraphrasing it, “Space exploration and aerospace led to which of the following modern technological advancement?” I chose the computer. All the other answers had something to do with radio waves and/communication.
Brother: Space is all about the passing of information. For example, when you call someone, your cell phone sends a signal to a radio tower, which then transmits that to a satellite, which then transfers that signal to another satellite that is overhead of whoever you’re trying to communicate, then signal goes from that satellite down to radio tower down to other user aka the person you’re trying to contact. It takes a lot of work.
However, computers aides in this process since computers are what controls the radio towers and controls your satellite. Radio waves are critical to communication too since there are a lot of different radio waves aka frequency that are used for communication. Some frequency are unsecured and some are secured (think military). So, the correct answer to your question would have been “all of the above.” You need all of them to have communication worldwide unless you want to use a can and string method to talk with someone.
The most critical part of space is GPS. GPS doesn’t just help you navigate, but the most important feature of GPS is time transfer. What I mean here is that everything we use everyday has a time clock built inside of it. GPS helps keep everyone’s time clock to be synchronized. If the clocks are out of sync then banks would be affected, internet would be degraded, cell phones would be messed up, transportation would be a big mess since stop lights runs on time clocks, and etc. That’s just for the civilian side of things. For the military, without GPS our capabilities would be greatly limited since a lot of what we use is reliant on GPS for example navigation of airplanes, ships, and satellite control, GPS guided munitions, and etc.
That was all via text message. Added here with minimal editing. Funny thing is, as I was typing the above, my sister texts me, “Hi, what is the singular plural for the word WHO?”
Last month I turned a quarter of a century. 25 years old. A milestone age in early adulthood. Not much feels different…yet. One thing for certain is the 12-year-old-me’s imagination of what a 25-year-old-me would be is not happening in real life. Married? Nope. Traveled the world? Nope. Dream job? Nope. Am I okay with that? Yes. Time has taken place between struggle to peace. Let that be a strong yes.
Lessons I learned while on the road to solitude:
Be brave to do things on your own. Watching a movie at the theaters, going to a professional sporting event, hiking a quarter-of-a-mile (note: “quarter”), are the few I’ve spent alone. Sometimes opportunities aren’t worth missing just because there isn’t company with you.
Make time to spend with people. I pencil in my planner scheduled hangouts. I look forward to these dates the most! Sometimes I feel if a person isn’t in my planner, they aren’t really in my life. It’s not that we are all too busy, it’s just about prioritizing time. The individuals we invest time with are the most important to us.
Fall more in love with God. I’ve given myself heart-checks in purposeful relationships. With God, it’s become head knowledge vs heart change. I am very aware of my need to know God for who He is instead of who I think He is. Vulnerability, obedience and devotion towards an almighty, sustaining, fearsome, all-satisfying, gracious God.
Explore right where you are. It’s easy to dream and talk of going to distant, bucket list worthy places. I cure my travel bug by adventuring right where I am. Traveling is all about being surrounded in newness. From new restaurants, new parks, new museums to new neighborhoods, search and go explore your state! Of course, always revisit favorites.
Stay driven with patience. After college, some jump start their professional careers, some completely change it up doing nothing related to what they devoted years of studying for, some find any job to conquer student loans. My current job description touches each category a little bit. Keep striving even if it takes re-dreaming your dreams.
Younger-than-25’s, what are values you find important? Other 25-year-old’s, what are some lessons you’ve learned? Beyond-25’s, what advice would you give to your 25-year-old self?