At a client's house this evening, she mentioned how she'd come to enjoy the time with her son, picking him up from school each day. She touched upon something I've considered several times in the past....
I'm in the car a lot. It's part of the job. I do the running around for clients and go to see them in their homes. Sometimes I travel with the client, or partner up with another designer to do a Mart excursion.
What is it about being in a car with someone, that makes such amazing conversations occur? Is it the small, confessional size of the interior? Is it that we are held hostage for a span of time, forced to listen to each other? Is it because we don't really look at each other, but face forward and enjoy the safe, illusionary mask of anonymity we both wear as we gaze out the window? Is it the view that makes our minds drift outside of ourselves, to places unvisited of late?
All I can tell you is that my time in the car, whether I am alone with my music, or in the company of friends or family, is time well spent.
The best part of it all is that the most special of moments come when you least expect them.
They sneak up on you like bandits, wearing Robin Hood garb, and steal riches from the moment and give them to you in large, bulky, soul-filled parcels to tuck safely away and enjoy again and again.
Sometimes our treasures grow while we're not looking, filling holes inside us, broken places, empty spaces...
Amazing, life-changing realizations can occur inside a car.
Meatloaf has a song "Objects In The Rear View Mirror" with a verse that goes...
"... Those were the rights of spring and we did everything. There was salvation every night. We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn, but everything we tried was right. She used her body just like a bandage. She used my body just like a wound. I'll probably never know where she disappeared, but I can see her rising up out of the back seat now just like an angel rising up from a tomb. And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are..."
It's true... a backward look, brings the past close again, sometimes closer at second glance than it was the first time around.
Anyone care for a drive tonight? Let's go....:::smile:::.....
I'm in the car a lot. It's part of the job. I do the running around for clients and go to see them in their homes. Sometimes I travel with the client, or partner up with another designer to do a Mart excursion.
What is it about being in a car with someone, that makes such amazing conversations occur? Is it the small, confessional size of the interior? Is it that we are held hostage for a span of time, forced to listen to each other? Is it because we don't really look at each other, but face forward and enjoy the safe, illusionary mask of anonymity we both wear as we gaze out the window? Is it the view that makes our minds drift outside of ourselves, to places unvisited of late?
All I can tell you is that my time in the car, whether I am alone with my music, or in the company of friends or family, is time well spent.
The best part of it all is that the most special of moments come when you least expect them.
They sneak up on you like bandits, wearing Robin Hood garb, and steal riches from the moment and give them to you in large, bulky, soul-filled parcels to tuck safely away and enjoy again and again.
Sometimes our treasures grow while we're not looking, filling holes inside us, broken places, empty spaces...
Amazing, life-changing realizations can occur inside a car.
Meatloaf has a song "Objects In The Rear View Mirror" with a verse that goes...
"... Those were the rights of spring and we did everything. There was salvation every night. We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn, but everything we tried was right. She used her body just like a bandage. She used my body just like a wound. I'll probably never know where she disappeared, but I can see her rising up out of the back seat now just like an angel rising up from a tomb. And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are..."
It's true... a backward look, brings the past close again, sometimes closer at second glance than it was the first time around.
Anyone care for a drive tonight? Let's go....:::smile:::.....
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