Organically Speaking: Writing that Makes a Difference

I think I’ve officially qualified as an HMG (High Maintenance Guest). The girl who can’t remember where her car is parked in the hotel self-parking garage, drags the longsuffering bellman in the elevator, out the elevator, up the floor, down the ramp to the floor she was originally on, then can’t find her car keys anywhere, decides to go back to her room to look for the keys. After she gets separated from the bellman on the elevator, she goes to her floor, where she promptly finds the keys in the front pocket of her bag where she put them for easy access and safekeeping.

Can’t find the bellman anywhere because she didn’t listen carefully to where she was supposed to meet him, pounces on a frightened housekeeping girl in a mad tizzy because she’s going to be late for her Sunday brunch at the Hotel Del and doesn’t know who to call, finally finds the bellman at his post in the lobby, where he said he would meet her, and drags him up the elevator and to her car again. Forgets to give him the express checkout envelope and has to accost a startled valet parking attendant in the front driveway as she zips by in a tornadic blaze of boy-am-I-pissed-at-myself energy. By the way, thank you, John, for putting up with me.

So after that, everything went absolutely perfectly. The drive was beautiful, the navigation system was annoying but useful, the hotel was glorious, the dining experience memorable.  

As I walk along the beach, the roar of the ocean is hypnotic, the crisp glint of sun on the water is crystalline. The endless expanse of the Pacific is freedom from worry, stress, and busy-ness. I am in a time capsule, where there is no past and no future, only this moment, this bliss.

How often do you take the time to lose yourself in a place, experience the completeness of a single moment, in all its existential clarity? The place can be ordinary, sitting outside on the porch looking up the sky, or out the window at a bird building a nest in a tree. Meditate on the truth of how small you are, and how big God’s creation is. Touch it. Feel it. See it with your soul and your mind. Sense your significance in the midst of the mystery.

We don’t get snow very often around here, and it’s always a big deal when any of this funky white stuff hits the ground and actually sticks.

Hey you romantics out there, tonight’s the full moon again, and I’ve got another rendition of “Song to the Moon” you might like. This one’s from an instrumental album, but I’m sure you’ll agree that a melody this beautiful needs no words. Those of you interested in viewing an English translation can go to this link.

Does the full moon affect you? For me, it draws my spirit upward toward the sky, and I feel a bit like my soul stretches up and connects with the heavens. My mind’s eye sees further, and my creative powers come into sharper focus. Tonight, go outside and bask in the moonlight. Let it help you connect with your soulful side. Take a moment this evening and let the beauty of the moon inspire you.