I love Mondays. Unfortunately my children don’t, meaning we get off to a rocky start beginning at 6:00 am. The whole week is ahead and anything can happen. This is exciting. Like a child in a candy store. Sadly as the day and week goes on we tend to fill our minds and our hearts up with worries… with stress. With so many thoughts of what could be better in our life and how to make them that way. Why? Will we ever wake up on any day and think.. I have arrived? What if we have actually “arrived” and do every day. What if the hand that is dealt to us is enough? What if we could find perfect peace in the things we are challenged with and the things we already have. What if there is something more? Something bigger than money, bigger than toys, bigger than romance and prestige? What if we are clouded by the temporary things? We hold them – no we grasp them tightly thinking “I must keep this” or “I must have more of this”. Then we base all of decisions on how to do just that. I wonder what it would be like to have that drive removed. Completely. Not the drive to succeed, or the drive to survive. I am talking about the fear driven motive to get more and keep it. The fear of being alone, the fear of not being loved, the fear of “being afraid”. If you dig deep enough, we all have that one. What would happen if we could close our eyes each morning and say “Lord you have given me this day. I give it and all that it brings back to you. Let me be at peace with humanity and the process of life. Help me to maneuver the potholes and valleys. Help me to focus on what I can give instead of what I can get. Please help me to remember that we can make the world a better place one action and one person at a time.
So we are driving home from school yesterday and I am explaining to the children that I am helping someone clean a house out and found a bevy of antique bottles. Most likely from the 1800’s and early 1900’s. My daughter asked about them, and suggested that I bring one home. She said “Yeah!” She then volunteered this surprising statement: “I can see myself now…… sitting on the beach…(pause)… watching the moon… (pause)… bottle of wine…”
Holy cow! Did she really just say that? She is only seven! There was a moment of silence in the car and then we all got to laughing, my daughter giggling along. Later I asked myself where would she get such a scenario. It certainly can’t be the Disney channel. I don’t drink anymore and my wife rarely has a glass of wine and it is so infrequent that I don’t believe the kids have ever seen her do it.
I am guessing the media, and most likely television. Perhaps it was a movie or a Netflix “teen” series. It is amazing how visual and audio input of all types shapes their minds beginning at a very young age. Music, TV, print and now the internet. Without even realizing it we absorb things. We develop ideas, fantasies, wishes and dreams. Some are good, some not so good, and some in the middle. This dream fortunately is laced with normalcy and quite alright as long as it is a couple of decades away. Of course I pray she does not repeat that story at school or at church. Some people might not find it so entertaining. You have to know my daughter to fully understand her humor. To understand her priorities. She values the “experience” more than anything you can touch. She sees and feels the greatness of the intangible things that happen and are all around us. I am learning so much from her every day. What a blessing! I can almost see her dream. Let’s say she is about 24 or 25 years old.. she’s at the beach some evening with a boyfriend or fiancé’ or even a close friend, she would be barefoot, in a long flowing white dress, her sandals in one hand, sitting in the sand and watching the moon with a bottle of fine wine and two small glasses by their side. The bottle is what triggered the thought in her head yesterday. It’s not about the wine. It’s not about the moon. Not even about the company. It’s about the intangible. The feeling of serenity. She might say something like: “This is nice”, and then they sit silently watching the moon rise and enjoying the sounds of the surf. She might have a very small sensation that this is a magical moment. It truly is.