LAST WEEKEND

It's been quite a while since I've had a real recharge. You know. It's that feeling you come away with that feels like waking up from a two hour nap after the best lunch you ever had. Even into mid-week after, I still feel it. Something about fresh air, open skies, quality time with horses, and rambunctious fun with awesome teenagers punctated by times of profound silence ... apparently, it was the combo I needed.

I'm always surprised when I step outside my routine in the world as it goes on around me, taking a while to notice each other. It always intrigues me - how so very much is out there. How much there is to feel, see, touch, and hear. Just a little bit for a little while, new things or things less familiar, taken in and leaving no room for everything else that normally dulls the senses and experience of a life that we have only begun to live.

Feel so small amongst the vast art of everything else. Feels so right.

And some how you come back with perspective.


I work with some incredible teenagers. It's good to remember how much fun it was, and still can be. And oh, the art of sarcasm-fun. Never been a fan, but these guys are making sure I can weild it. It's almost an initiation. *chuckles* My first sarcastic remark was met with surprising praise. Guess I joined the club. *chuckles again*

And being real ... teenagers seem to thrive on it. It sunk in at some point recently that real-ness is probably the number one thing teenagers want. They want you to be real and to be real to you. After enough give and take, real and honest people start to show up the party, ... and party we did! *grins* Complete craziness. Stick fights. Pillow fights. Eight-person "fights" across a master bedroom with a king-sized bed. Oh - and U2's "Beautfil Day" is a must for the impromtu mosh-age.

One of them told me yesterday after I complemented them for being more focused in chapel planning, "I guess we respect you now more that we know you can have fun." So fun = real. That I didn't see coming, but I'm glad the pillow smacked me upside the face.

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