When we were kids, chances are that we took no mind to the fact that every day when the sun comes up and then when it goes down it is an amazing show to see. That’s all right because thankfully, it happens today just as it did when we were kids and when our ancestors were kids. The show the sun puts on for all those who take time to watch is nothing more than time moving us around that large yellow orb. The magic is not in the act of it rising and falling. The magic is in what we make of seeing it rise and set.
Not sure if it’s just me or if more than just my life is looking for something amazing to happen during the days of my existence. Not big ole things, just little things that will make me take a second look at something. Like this.
If you follow me on Facebook or just in life you would know that one of the things I do is travel with my fuzzy pink slippers. On a fluke I ended up with a pair of slippers that are bright as a piglet’s pink nose and fuzzy as a blooming dandelion head. They are my companions and are special to me. I stop along my life pathway and take pictures of them doing what are becoming “things of Trina.” Truth be told they give me confidence to do things and stop places and talk to people. Do I need them? No. Do I love that they are loved when they are recognized and thus open doors for me? Yes.
Then a few months ago I saw an old photo of Albert Einstein sitting on an old wooden porch. He’s looking as Albert Einstein as you imagine Albert Einstein would look in this black and white photo. The porch is weathered and he’s sitting, his hair askew as he’s known for. As he sits there, he is cross legged holding his knees with his long white fingered hands. But! Yes, an Albert Einstein all knowing “but.” He is wearing these amazing fuzzy pink slippers on his feet, and they just make the picture.
As I say a “Perfect Picture Perfect.” The only thing in the picture with color are these pink fuzzy slippers. They are just like my “pinks.” Even though I assume the foot coverings are photo shopped on the photograph I take kindly to the fact that I and Ole Albert could be of like minds. Well of course I had to have a copy. Now it sits in my house and daily, many times daily, I smile that when the sun comes up and when it goes down, I have something so out of the norm in common with Albert Einstein. That’s what should get us all up and going each day. That out of the norm stuff.
There is a great family that lives down the road a piece from me with lots of kids. Great parents, grandparents, great grandparents. All the kids participate in rodeo events. The family traveling to attend rodeos all over the country. On top of that the kids play instruments, and they sing and entertain at the events they go to. It’s so out of the norm it is special to them and to those of us who know and follow them on their travels. Every day the sun comes up on that household of family and the uniqueness of who they are and what they do. I have no doubt that when the sun goes down on that family there are a few of them who can’t hardly wait for the next day. Just to see what is going to happen.
Last week I attended an event in a town 70 miles to the west of here. On my way, traffic was stopped on the top of a summit as a fire had started along the road half a mile the other side of the ridge. As the fire grew fast, just as fast quickly volunteers and paid firefighters showed up and airplanes were called in to extinguish the fire safely and in record time. It was amazing to see the planes lay down fire retardant and then we were escorted through the fire line seeing the men and women working together at breakneck speed to save the forest and keep the people and animals safe from harm.
As the sun came up that morning, I had no idea what was in store. Then as the sun set that evening, I took to bed with me thoughts of the amazing events of the day that were out of the norm but were so normally handled.
Trina lives in Eureka. Her books are available online wherever you buy books or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org to buy a signed copy.