Connections

This is a wonderful word...connections. And can mean so much. It can mean what makes something run. It can mean what makes a math equation work. Its the making of a story, its the songwriter sharing. But connections among people, that's where we get a lot of energy from.  In my moving experiences, I have found myself far more open to these connections than a lot of people. I guess, maybe, I have been humbled by losing some of mine through proximity. But, I have found that being open to them, allows you to accept many things.

My son, Michael, has had some great ones.  I call them his stepping stones.
Where: Coors Field, Final game of Championship - Upper deck
Who: No name, just a great young man who shared his high fives, cheers, laughs and yes Bubble Gum, with my son. He included Michael in his experience, which was great to watch. And Michael has never forgotten that. When we left, Michael asked me what his name was... I told him his name didn't matter, it was the time you had and the memory created that matters.   Connection

My previous classrooms and all of my kids.  Its hard to explain this, when you haven't taught. But, each year there is this moment.  A moment after the first few difficult weeks, a moment where you look up as their teacher, they look at you as your kids and, bam..... connection. And it holds you until you are at the end of your 180 days... and years beyond.  Its really where and when the learning of life takes place.

My Hairdressers... OK, here is the key. If you are not connected to your hairdresser, move on. Because they truly can be the key to holding you together. There has to be the moment when she/he looks at you and they get you.... what you want, how you want to look. And they go to work.... but at the same time you connect personally. You learn about them, they learn about you. You laugh, cry....share hurts and joys.  Because of all of the wisdom in may hair, I can be in the chair for a few hours at a time.  But, I love this time. I get to bond with my girl, the women around me, who share many personal details, of their lives, and in the end work on feeling beautiful. It is such a connection, you really can't put a price on it. (Love ya Kelli)

  Theater and Music - Not everyone can experience this unfortunately, but being on stage with like minded talent. A connection beyond words. Its when you are singing, you look out and someone is watching and you have bonded with them, for just that moment. Its the dance or line with a fellow actor, where you share this look of "Oh yes..we got it!" or 'Oh S*!t how are we going to get out of this? And you do.You have to feel the other people around you.... connect. (Miss you PPH gang!)  Its the duet, the choir. Its the partnership between the vocalist and the guitar. Probably one of my favorites, because the instrument moves you, the vocalist forward, yet it can't move forward without you....

The connection within you to people of your past, present and future. I have had some very cool, and sometimes hard lessons here.  In a move, you can become disconnected. Not by choice, but maybe distance, or time.  But, it is interesting to me how you always find your back...to some. When you spend three hours on Skype...laughing with good friends and wine.  Wine Parties at my house, where a bunch of hardworking women can let their hair down for awhile.  Mexico, with friends, rafts, drinks and laughs, 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Sweet Child of Mine', etc. ;)  The traveling long distances and simply picking up the conversation from where you left off. These days it can be as simple as a text. But, they all matter.

My point here I think is that you can't really run from them, connections. They bind us together, and really keep us whole if you think about it. They are woven inside of each of us, for whatever reason. So, now I have to open up to new ones. Canadian style. But know, those of you who I have been blessed to connect with, I carry you around with me every day. You are the intricate weaves and pieces of my ever evolving puzzle. Thank you for that.