Several thousand miles

Three days ago, the trip was over. The car was cleaned, bags unpacked, stories told. Each of the three went their own direction for a while. Having spent 9 days with the others was more than enough.

People would ask how it was. Did you have a good break? Sadly, there is no answer. It was an experience, unlike any other. Hours and hours logged on the road. Bus rides, long walks, thousands of miles. Three cities and four states. Visions of the majesty that is Earth and of the goodness of people.

Simply responding "it was good" never tells you what you want to hear. Yet, words cannot describe what was felt. It was a week like any other and at the same time, perfectly unique.

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There is a post floating around, that I wrote after a night in San Francisco. Perhaps someday I will post it and you'll get the chance to understand what the trip was for me. For now thoughit's for me and the people I keep close to my heart.

Here, everyone has a guitar

Let's build a treehouse

Like the Grand Canyon, you'll never appreciate this size until you see it.

A city of hills

It's actually more orange.

By the numbers

766 miles, $48 in gas, 12 hours, 3 men;

One amazing start.

Today

We embark.

With poise, with grace

Don't take pictures at a concert. Don't take video. How can anyone ever understand the experience from a pixelated image, or a grainy video?

A picture won't explain the smell. The sweat dripping from your face, bodies pressed in against you. The headache you get from crowd surfers being slammed into you. The way you scream your lungs out with hundreds around you. The heat. The pain. The pleasure.

It's clear a show was good when you can see it on someone's face. When their voice isn't there. Bruises on the arms and legs. That twinkle in their eye.

So don't take pictures. Just play your little part in something big.

Takes my pain away

I tend to judge how important things are in my life by how often I think about them. Fantasy baseball was pretty important. Spring break is the current focus.

Yet some things are important and rarely get brain time. Family for instance. So much of myself is defined by my blood that they're infinitely important. Though in a 24 hour day only 15 minutes might be devoted to thinking about family.

So is this benchmark good? Is the percentage of my day spent thinking about something really representative of how I feel about it? Maybe, but like anything it's subjective. New things that persist in my train of thought are worth a second look. Areas that have always been around are still valuable. They simply require less pondering.

Currently, one thing has my focus. She's on my brain constantly.

And for the first time I can really say I'm OK with that.

Do what feels right

It's rare I write my blog in first person. A much more powerful message is conveyed when no personal pronouns are used.

However, the occasional post demands my personal interest. I'll blame Tim for this particular occasion, because his most recent post got me to thinking.

Happiness is really what you make it. Sadness as well.

Where is this post going...I have no idea. I'm quite happy with life these days, all things considered. Go read Tim's post, it's saying things better.