for the past few weeks, i’ve been thinking a lot about writing. thinking thoughts like, “write a poem! write a note! journal!” all this thought has led me back to somewhere i never thought i’d be. writing on my blog.
about an hour ago, i was poking around Design Archives with a friend. we agreed that it was much easier to be inspired than to actually do something (which is why i’m posting this from the floor of my room where i’m surrounded by books, clean clothes, the dumped contents of my tote bag, and other various items i really need to unpack. i’m inspired to put them away, but as for the action, well…).
hoping to encourage my inspiration to sort my room, i am taking initiative on my inspiration to write. i don’t have much to say, just exercising my typing fingers.
so on that note, a thought:
there are many things about driving a car that make me wish i was a passenger. i realized this a few weeks ago as i was driving myself home from the beach. i had become delightfully lost and was moseying my way through rural South Carolina when i began to notice the most beautiful things. it was the “golden hour” (as my photo expert lil sis would tell me) when the sun is just about to be setting and everything, from the line of tractors outside of the Tank and Tummy gas station/convenience store to the new baby cow eating his hay dinner was stunning. so stunning, in fact, that i forgot i was driving a car (my mom’s!) and almost had a petite fender bender (mom, if you read this don’t worry. nothing happened. pinky promise.).
seemingly, everywhere i turned was a kodak moment that no camera could truly capture. if i were in the passenger’s seat, i would have just stared, trying my best to make a memory. as it was, i turned my head around like an ADD owl, desperately wanting to soak in all the beauty that surrounded me, but feeling too rushed to do it justice. i was happy for the glimpses, but a bit disgruntled too. the desire to absorb the scenes around me led to the desire to park the car and knock on the door of the white two-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch and asking those who live there a string of questions about their lives. the peek at beauty made me want to know the culture and people who made the quiet town so lovely (Tank and Tummy included).
in my head, i ran through how a conversation like this might go: “Ummm…hi! I’m Sarah. What’s your name? I’d like to know about your daily life. Are you the owner of that fuzzy faced calf who looked so sweet in the sunlight? What’s the calf’s name? Do you grow the hay that you feed it? Has it’s mother had any other calves? What do you typically eat for dinner? What are your thoughts on subsidized farming? Do you like country music? Oh, no, I don’t work for a newspaper. And no, I’m not a talkative over-aged Girl Scout. I’m just curious. I think you’re cool…”
i decided to keep driving.
and then, on my way home, i drove right into the most magnificent sunset i’ve ever seen in my entire life. ok, maybe i was just on a “the world is so beautiful!” high, but it really was beautiful. i began cheering. it just felt right. there was no one else to see me, i was listening to Mylo Xyloto and i just needed to shout. the sunrise kept getting better-deeper hues, intriguing light contrasts, an aspect always shifting and changing.
that sunset made me desire something, too. i wanted to know the One who created the sunset. and for that matter, created the people in the farmhouse, the fuzzy baby cow, and i’d bet He’d claim the Tank and Tummy too. i fought the urge to learn and experience rural South Carolinian culture, but i didn’t have to risk looking weird or crazy in getting to know Him.
sometimes, i forget that God is beautiful. i fight Him for allowing pain and suffering and my anger can make me forget the beauty. i don’t want to see the world through rose colored glasses. pain and suffering exist and i must be responsible in it. but i don’t want to be blind, either. i want to see the beauty, embrace the sunset, and in getting to know the One who created it all, become more and more certain that He IS good, IS true, IS love.
RAH RAH WOOHOO SUNSET!!!!