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Have a Favorite Gift?
What was your favorite Christmas gift growing up as a child?
It is the season of gift giving, and I’ve been trying to think of perfect gifts for those I love. It’s a hard task, a daunting one, one that makes me think. Deeply. Sometimes it bends the mind. But on my quest to find that perfect something for each person on my list, I’m prompted of my own childhood.
And I go back in time:
Meet Your Hero?
They say to never meet your hero. It’s an idea that won’t pan out. “Don’t do it,” Reason says, trying to protect the child within you. “He or she will never match your expectations.”
Doubt does the same, saying: “They won’t be the same in your eyes ever again.”
Caution also shuns the idea with its careful eye. “They’re too high on the pedestal,” he says. “They’ll fall off hard when you see them. Then you’ll wish you’d have listened.”
And unfortunately, somehow, we know inside that these things might be true. Heroes are human, aren’t they? Something they do, something they say, some way they behave in real life might just rub us the wrong way when meeting our hero in person. After all, isn’t it impossible for he or she to live up to the fantasy held inside our Instagram-synthesized mindset?
So, given the opportunity, what would you do?
Would you meet your hero?
Broken Steeples.
Yes, I’m an author of fiction, but today I write a true story. I kid you not. This really happened. And I could take you there. I traveled the road in my own pickup truck last week. And what a journey it was! Epic. But don’t we all love a good journey? It’s deep and rooted within us to enjoy the journey experience. Perhaps because we are all on one. Perhaps because we all can relate.
The Beauty of a Mourning Flower
The old adage that April showers bring May flowers fills our minds with the preconceived notion that the only time of year to see color is in the spring. I strongly disagree.
It has already started. A vast array—splashes of bright pigment that enhances the sight of every direction you turn—I’ve often supposed more flowers by number are fall-bloomers. Just take a walk and you will see wildflowers popping out of everywhere. Roadsides, hillsides, grasslands, parks, they might be smaller in size than springtime counterparts, but are they any less uplifting to the spirit?