I’ve heard it said that we should always…
“Enjoy the little things in life, because one day you will look back and realize they were the big things.”
All too often, I do not stop to enjoy the “little things” now – and I so rarely give myself the opportunity to think back on the enjoyable “little things” in the past – that I struggle to remember them.
I say this only because I am now coming to the realization that this is an important part of becoming who we are intended to become in this life. All of these things had purpose. If I just experience them, and stuff them away in a little box never again to be thought of, did they really fulfill their purpose? I don’t know the answer to that question because I am still on my journey of realizing the answer. I can only hope that experiences like the one that I am attempting to tell you about will help you realize what the answer will be for you…
AND IT’S O.K. IF OUR ANSWERS ARE DIFFERENT!
I just returned from a conference in Kansas City, Missouri last week. The conference was amazing and God worked in the lives of the students and adults that I had the privilege to be with.
There was a spoken word poet who presented and offered us a few opportunities. He taught a workshop on poetry and OF COURSE I absolutely HAD to be there. He then said there would be an Open Mic for anyone who wrote something during the seminar.
The assignment – a form poem called “Where I’m From.” The writer simply had to fill in the blanks for a series of thoughts about the topic. Sounded easy enough, so I started writing.
The amazing thing was that I started remembering things that I hadn’t thought about in years – things that took me back to my childhood and made my heart smile. I wrote for hours that felt like only minutes. I know that it was an enjoyable moment – one that I hope you will allow yourself to experience. How are we ever to see how far we’ve come, if we don’t think about some of the things that have made us the people we are today. It doesn’t matter if those things are good or bad because they are all part of the story, and the ending hasn’t been written yet…
Here is “Where I’m From…”
I am from sprinklers attached to the garden hose and Slush Puppies. I’m from the big yellow house with the long driveway that led to the place where my dad was raised…from the place where my dad and I wrote our initials in the concrete of the freshly poured garage floor.
I am from
the lavender, bleeding heart, and flowers that looked like lace in my mom’s garden.
I am from opening up one present early on Christmas Eve and weird feet with one toe shorter than the rest – from Larry, Bev, and older brothers and a sister who were more like parents than siblings.
I am from raising voices at family dinners just to be heard and laughing hysterically at all the crazy things my nephew would do or say.
“Come back when the lightnin’ bugs come out.”
“Krista, go change the channel.” (I was the remote – I suppose)
I am from go to church on Sunday because you are supposed to go – not really “being there” but rather occupying space in the pew next to my dad.
I am from a really small town where everyone knows everyone else…or thinks they do anyway.
I am from Dad’s BBQ chicken with his secret sauce and my Mom’s homemade coconut cake.
I am from my older sister who everyone thought was my mother when we’d go shopping; the nights spent at sleepovers at her house on Mountain View Place staring at the terrarium that looked like a giant balloon on a pedestal; and loving time spent blowing bubbles together on the porch steps.
I am from the boxes of pictures stored away in my mom’s closet, reminders of so many good times with people I love…some still with me – some forever in my heart. Those memories are special, but so are the new experiences that I am blessed to have, surrounded by the people I have come to call family. We may not be connected by blood, but by a stronger bond. They keep me grounded, moving forward – their smiles and laughter make this life a joyful and amazing adventure. One that connects where I’m from to where I will one day be.
This was the representation that I devised of “Where I’m from”. If you would like to share in the experience, I would LOVE to read yours. I’m going to paste the directions below…just in case you would like to experience it too! Placing your interpretation in the comments would warm my heart…
I am from _______ (specific ordinary item), from _______ (product name) and _______.
I am from the _______ (home description… adjective, adjective, sensory detail).
I am from the _______ (plant, flower, natural item), the _______ (plant, flower, natural detail)
I am from _______ (family tradition) and _______ (family trait), from _______ (name of family member) and _______ (another family name) and _______ (family name).
I am from the _______ (description of family tendency) and _______ (another one).
From _______ (something you were told as a child) and _______ (another).
I am from (representation of religion, or lack of it). Further description.
I’m from _______ (place of birth and family ancestry), _______ (two food items representing your family).
From the _______ (specific family story about a specific person and detail), the _______ (another detail, and the _______ (another detail about another family member).
I am from _______ (location of family pictures, mementos, archives and several more lines indicating their worth).