I awoke this morning and realized
That my two weeks of here and now are over
That here and now that allowed me to rise
Listening to the ocean and the buoy sounding
That here and now that had me wildly snapping pictures
Of whales and waterfalls, of craggy coast lines and wiggling lobsters
Growing up, summer vacations meant hiking in Mammoth Mountain. After the first couple consecutive years, I was ready to go somewhere else. We used to go other places—Palm Springs, Big Bear, San Francisco, Arizona, Utah. We even went all the way to Disney World when I was seven. So I began looking through the AAA book for some new ideas.
I’ve always been a bit strange. As a child, I collected trash. Like old Reese’s wrappers. I’m not sure if I felt bad for the poor thing not having any chocolate-covered peanut butter left in it, or if I thought the wrapper was pretty, or what. All I know is I gave literal meaning to one’s man trash is Brianna’s treasure.
There’s something special about live theatre. Not only the magic of performance, but also being present for something that changes every night. Yes, the dialogue is the same, but the actors, crew, and audience make it different each night. No wonder we love it so.
Have you ever held treasure in your hands? You know, those books that make you laugh out loud throughout the entire book, nod your head in agreement, text best friends great lines, and induce a flurry of both written and oral recommendations on book sites and in person?
In the maelstrom of facts and myths that is history, dates, personages, and events both cataclysmic and small swirl throughout time, gradually losing force as new events take place, new rulers ascend, new wars obliterate memories of past battles.