We went on a quick weekend trip and it was such a grand reprieve from the grime, sadness, and fake glitz that is Los Angeles. Ah, why did I even start off with that bit? It’s quite silly of me to have done so considering that is not at all where I wanted to end up or even consider for today. But there. I stated and there’s no takebacks. Although, it seems that everyone online seems to believe you can just delete some words and all is forgotten or not even digested. But now I’m really venturing into a whole other pool I care not wade into.
While I was enjoying some time away, I had a moment of zen and clarity. I actually had a few but just wanted to touch upon one here. See, my son was running around like a madman. That’s typical for a nine year old. And, as he was running around I noticed how he often doesn’t run in a straight line. The kids around him were also zigzagging about. This observation is not grand theory of relativity. Most people also know this about kids and their playing behavior. Of course, I have noticed this previously, well.
But I was struck by how fun it was to run around like that. I want to zigzag around everywhere. Some people might care and notice. Others, especially, in Los Angeles, might be nonplussed by such behavior. But in watching him run I felt a twinge of nostalgia and longing for days unencumbered by having to run in a straight line. There’s freedom in a zigzag pattern of being. It’s like this building’s facade.
This pretty known building is beautiful, mesmerizing and draws one in. It makes you want to dance in a freestyle manner. My son and I went to one of these interactive exhibits that catch your movements. We danced like crazy and he ran all around the room in circles. It was a beautiful aura.
Again, Springsteen was right in wanting to run. And, I say run freely unencumbered by norms of what is acceptable presentations of joy.