“So, wait. What? Who is that guy, and why is doing that?” I asked my daughters who were watching a movie, comfortably draped over the couch in positions that only a 12 year old and 15 year old could manage, and many a yoga master would envy. (I always wondered how my youngest could watch movies upside down for hours, with her legs draped over the back of the couch, her head dangling off of the seat, sometimes even eating popcorn.) They sighed, and patiently explained the scene to me, knowing full well I’d be asking them for further clarification fifteen minutes later.
It was one of those days when I was filled with self doubt and a lot of questions. Would life ever change? Will we ever be free to move about the world again? I was feeling stuck, bored, and unmotivated. It felt like my life was not only at a standstill, but that maybe I was even going backward in my life.
I remember meeting my Grandpa Weeks for the first time when I was around five years old. My grandparents lived in Mantua, Ohio, and my family lived in Los Angeles, so I only saw them a few times over the course of their lifetimes.
It was 1982, and I was standing in the hallway of my family’s 24-track recording studio. The beautiful hallway had a 30 foot long fabric mural with a rolling rainbow design. The walls were paneled with beautiful wood, interspersed with dozens of floor to ceiling panels of mirror which created a really cool effect in the dim studio lights
As I recall, I was about 4 years old, and my brother was 6-1/2 years old, and we were precariously perched on our kitchen stools, waving our arms excitedly as we explained to my Mom where we came from. She was the instigator of this moment, as she had just asked us, “Do you remember where you came from?”
My Bacon Bits message today is very simple. It's the result of binge listening to the Jason Mraz song, Look For the Good, over and over again (thank you to my friend, Trudy, who gifted his album to me). If Dr. Peebles wrote songs, this would be the one he would write. I encourage you to listen to it, and absorb the lyrics.
I swear my next assignment from the heavens must be as "Bug Whisperer." It seems so many lessons have been coming from bugs these days.
I’ve just returned from visiting my daughters, son-in-law, and granddaughter. It was a short, but sweet, journey for many reasons. There were the many times my granddaughter made me laugh. The hugs. The food. The drink. And, especially the conversations. There were tears of sadness, and tears of joy.