Adventure Awaits
"It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves - in finding themselves." ~André Gide
This summers movies are full of adventure ~ from saving the Smithsonian and flying with Amelia Earhart to launching a home with a million balloons in search of a forgotten world. In one of the movies, a character has an adventure scrapbook where she keeps items that she has collected. The pages are full of pictures and magazine clippings, movie tickets, bird feathers, and all sorts of things. Her scrapbook is a wish book full of places she wants to go and a memory book full of things she has already done.
As a child I used to do the same thing. I'd keep every ticket stub, every picture, every memento. I have a pair of unused chop sticks from a Chinese restaurant along with the fortunes we collected that night. You name it, it was important to me. I lived every day as if it were a continuous adventure and I cherished even the little things. My daughter has picked up where I left off, collecting shells and rocks from every bit of ground we stand on and begging to bring it all home. She has numerous places in her room where she is storing all of her treasure. I have been half tempted to clear it all out because there are days that it seems more like clutter and trash.
The movies have reminded me of the value of these little things. The mementos are testimony to a childhood of adventure. That half broken shell to me may very well be the imaginary home of the fabled golden crab. Those pieces of colored rock are probably gems in disguise to my adventurous daughter.
Last night I went with a friend to a baseball game. I love our baseball games but the continuous tickets have become a dilemma for me. As I dropped her off at home after the game, I noticed her taking her ticket and holding it with care. For a moment I was glimpsing a woman who was on an adventure, a woman who would put that memento in a place of importance to remember the night. I have been considering what to do with our tickets after they have been used, I've held most and tossed out a few, unsure if they needed to be placed somewhere. I know now where they must go ~ they'll fit perfectly next to the chopsticks and fortunes from adventures past.
The next time I take our daughter to a game, I'll definitely give the tickets to her. She'll know what to do with them......
This summers movies are full of adventure ~ from saving the Smithsonian and flying with Amelia Earhart to launching a home with a million balloons in search of a forgotten world. In one of the movies, a character has an adventure scrapbook where she keeps items that she has collected. The pages are full of pictures and magazine clippings, movie tickets, bird feathers, and all sorts of things. Her scrapbook is a wish book full of places she wants to go and a memory book full of things she has already done.
As a child I used to do the same thing. I'd keep every ticket stub, every picture, every memento. I have a pair of unused chop sticks from a Chinese restaurant along with the fortunes we collected that night. You name it, it was important to me. I lived every day as if it were a continuous adventure and I cherished even the little things. My daughter has picked up where I left off, collecting shells and rocks from every bit of ground we stand on and begging to bring it all home. She has numerous places in her room where she is storing all of her treasure. I have been half tempted to clear it all out because there are days that it seems more like clutter and trash.
The movies have reminded me of the value of these little things. The mementos are testimony to a childhood of adventure. That half broken shell to me may very well be the imaginary home of the fabled golden crab. Those pieces of colored rock are probably gems in disguise to my adventurous daughter.
Last night I went with a friend to a baseball game. I love our baseball games but the continuous tickets have become a dilemma for me. As I dropped her off at home after the game, I noticed her taking her ticket and holding it with care. For a moment I was glimpsing a woman who was on an adventure, a woman who would put that memento in a place of importance to remember the night. I have been considering what to do with our tickets after they have been used, I've held most and tossed out a few, unsure if they needed to be placed somewhere. I know now where they must go ~ they'll fit perfectly next to the chopsticks and fortunes from adventures past.
The next time I take our daughter to a game, I'll definitely give the tickets to her. She'll know what to do with them......
Come on now Pam, you know even if you clear out stuff that Secret Squirrel will find it and stash it again! And though you may not think so you still live everyday like it's an adventure and you helped remind me of that through our friendship. Take care, remember to slow down once in a while, hugs to you and the family. LY Ellen
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