Talking to someone in sunglasses, for me, requires extra concentration. Usually when I’m looking in a mirror I am the one doing the talking.
I like to make eye contact during a dialogue. This is why my hiking buddies usually insist I not be in the lead when telling a story on a narrow trail. It may also explain my aversion to telephones.
When it comes to the most intimate communications lovers are supposed to be star-crossed not cross-eyed, but don’t you at some point make eye contact when making love?
If we all wore shades on the window to our souls, think of all the connections we’d miss. Or maybe I am just not using my imagination. This tip from Foster Grant (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1oMy7rMSO0) has me thinking the RiteAid 2-for-1 sunglass sale may have opened up a bold new world to me!
Shimmering golden seas spanned the globe. The last of the afternoon’s sunshine spilled through the nearby window, highlighting the globe slightly, understatedly. My eye was drawn to it repeatedly. A story certainly accompanied it. It occupied a space in a home packed to the brim with such items, each clearly given floor space because of rich memories: Balinese doors from a family home of decades past, walls of wooden African musical instruments, prestigious community awards stacked many frames deep against the baseboards and mountains of travel books earmarked and filled with scraps of notes protruding from their borders. It was a home filled with mementos of many adventures. One would spend days exploring and still miss something.
This visit I picked the globe, with ruby red crystals dotting countries, to ask my hostess about.
“Our kids gave it to us for our 50th anniversary. The rubies mark each of the countries we’ve visited,” she explained as she gently spun it counter clockwise “Oh! There are a lot of countries we’ve visited since then,” she exclaimed.
Add the task to a very ambitious to-do list!
I was the guest of a woman who graduated from a Chicago law school in the mid-40’s – 1940s. Though in love, she at first resisted moving to Oklahoma. “I wasn’t sure I could live in a segregated community,” said the Chicago native. Her two female classmates in law school – both young African American women.
Her Tulsa bred suitor cleverly proposed with a challenge. “Marry me and change it!”
It was a marriage that would launch a lifetime of marvel and incredible contributions. And the globetrotting hasn’t begun to stop!
Every once in awhile an unexpected, irrestible someone or something comes along and stirs up the pot, the routine, the delicate balance of our lives.
The challenge for an intense person, given naturally to a single-mindedness pursuit of an interest, is to tame the 20-something year old inside the 50-something body that is still a lively, adventurous, independent woman but one with responsibilities and an experience-based recognition and knowledge of passing, potentially disastrous distractions.
The unexpected distraction is a scenario ripe with the tension and breathlessness that fuels and is present, perhaps or most likely, in the most intense and memorable moments of our lives. However passing or fleeting.
The things that can never be but distract.
What would you do, in the moment, if you knew you could not fail and time might stand still while you explored?