Saturday and Sunday I spent in a Holiday Inn in Wilsonville at a writer’s conference. Inspiring, intimidating, motivational, overwhelming. As an introvert it takes a lot of mental pep talks to get me there, and into a frame of mind where I actually participate.
Friends and family have sent blessings my way, I’m in a good place in my mind, the drive is going smoothly. And this song comes on the radio. A song that always makes me think of Dad.
Friends and family have sent blessings my way, I’m in a good place in my mind, the drive is going smoothly. And this song comes on the radio. A song that always makes me think of Dad.
“I try not to complain about the things I have lost.
‘Cause when you have something great,
That just means there’s a greater loss.”
You know, it’s funny how Dad always seems to find a way to show up when it matters. Although his timing could be better. Maybe when I’m not driving 65mph down I-5. Kind of need my eyes for driving, not crying, right then.
It was a very good first day. And when I come out of the hotel 10 hours later, head spinning with ideas, the first thing I hear on the radio when I start the car is Greg Holden’s beautiful voice pouring out of the speakers telling me to
“look at the person I’m gonna be”
and all I can do is laugh. I’m doing great, Dad. After all, how could anything go wrong when I have angels on my shoulders.
Sunday morning, driving down 99, taking the back roads. Sun shining. Ready for a new day. Acoustic music on the radio. Today, Dad chooses to sing:
‘Cause when you have something great,
That just means there’s a greater loss.”
You know, it’s funny how Dad always seems to find a way to show up when it matters. Although his timing could be better. Maybe when I’m not driving 65mph down I-5. Kind of need my eyes for driving, not crying, right then.
It was a very good first day. And when I come out of the hotel 10 hours later, head spinning with ideas, the first thing I hear on the radio when I start the car is Greg Holden’s beautiful voice pouring out of the speakers telling me to
“look at the person I’m gonna be”
and all I can do is laugh. I’m doing great, Dad. After all, how could anything go wrong when I have angels on my shoulders.
Sunday morning, driving down 99, taking the back roads. Sun shining. Ready for a new day. Acoustic music on the radio. Today, Dad chooses to sing:
“I love you, I love you, I love you like never before.”
Dammit, Dad. I’m trying to look professional here. Now I have to sit in the parking lot and wait until I don’t look like a drippy nosed, sobbing mess.
It was a great conference. I’m doing what I was meant to do. And, while I knew that in my heart already, it’s really nice to have that validated by my peers.
I still have work to do. Thank God! I love writing. I don’t ever want to be without something I’m creating, revising, tweaking, polishing, making into music.
Because my stories are my love songs. And when I’m being supported by the love of family and friends, when I have an angel on my shoulder singing love songs into my ears, how could I possibly go wrong?
And yes, as I was driving home on Sunday night,
“Don’t take your life for granted.”
I got it, Dad. I’m not.
And I love you, too.
Peace,
Chris
Dammit, Dad. I’m trying to look professional here. Now I have to sit in the parking lot and wait until I don’t look like a drippy nosed, sobbing mess.
It was a great conference. I’m doing what I was meant to do. And, while I knew that in my heart already, it’s really nice to have that validated by my peers.
I still have work to do. Thank God! I love writing. I don’t ever want to be without something I’m creating, revising, tweaking, polishing, making into music.
Because my stories are my love songs. And when I’m being supported by the love of family and friends, when I have an angel on my shoulder singing love songs into my ears, how could I possibly go wrong?
And yes, as I was driving home on Sunday night,
“Don’t take your life for granted.”
I got it, Dad. I’m not.
And I love you, too.
Peace,
Chris