Sometimes the Earth aligns and things get neatly tied into a little bow. That feeling of coming full circle doesn’t come too often – at least not in a way that makes you stop to appreciate. But this year, and even just this past weekend has had so many of those stop in your tracks moments, it really made me realize how amazing life is.
My first surreal moment I had in Japan in August. We made a trip to the Peace Museum in the Hiroshima. Less than a month before I was actually in Washington, D.C. at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum at the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center at Dulles Airport. This doesn’t sound significant until you know that the Enola Gay is part of the exhibits. In case you don’t know, Enola Gay was the plane that dropped the atomic bomb over Hiroshima. Now on this particular post I’m not going to get into the internal, emotional battle I had while at the Peace Museum, however, I think seeing the plane and the city that are part of a story that truly changed the course of history, really made me stop in my tracks for a moment and just appreciate what I am able to experience.
This weekend was full of these moments strangely enough. While visiting a friend in D.C., we went to the National Museum of American History. There is a whole area that is dedicated to food and drink. One of the exhibits displays the first one of America’s favorite inventions – the first frozen margarita machine. When I saw that I commented to my friend that it was created in Dallas. Fast forward a couple of months and my friend comes to Dallas to see me. When in Texas, Tex-Mex is a must, so we headed to Mariano’s. As we walk into the restaurant, he sees a sign that says “World’s First Frozen Margarita”. Since his memory is so much better than mine, he comments on how funny it is that literally 2 months before we had a whole conversation about this place and the margaritas before we end up coincidentally going to that very restaurant.
The other moment was actually fully from this weekend. While exploring the new Perot Museum (which is amazing by the way! Remind me to post on that sometime.), we noticed there was a movie playing at the theater called “Life in the Age of Airplanes”. Since my friend happens to love flying (so much so he has his pilot’s license) we decided to go to the movie. The closing of the movie shows a wide shot of a city sky (I think it was San Francisco) and the lights of all the airplanes coming and going from the airport. I made a passing comment that the planes almost looked like fireflies. Fast forward to later in the evening, we are out at White Rock Lake at sunset enjoying the (slightly) cooler weather. From the lake, you can see planes flying to and from DFW, Love and Addison airports. We were watching “fireflies” in the sky and as we talked about that, out of the corner of my eye I saw real fireflies buzzing around the brush line of the lake.
Is there a bigger meaning to any of it? I don’t know. But I do think it makes me realize that things like this probably happen a lot more often. Life coming full circle and actually getting the sensation that something is complete is always fulfilling. Rather that concentrating on all the things that are left undone, we should spend more time appreciating what is wrapped in a pretty bow for us by the universe.