HOW IT USED TO BE

Tuesday, March 3, 2009 at 12:46pm

When Aris posted a link to Paulo Coelho’s new book and had the excerpt, the part about what happens inside an airplane caught me. There was an epiphany of something that went on.

Last night, I was having a quiet dinner with a friend outside a nice restaurant near Channel 7. I was expressionless when she pointed at the sky and told me there was an airplane passing us by; perhaps miles distant from Tomas Morato,vertically . I stared up from where we sat and she said”, Do you remember when we were children? I’ve been in an airplane many times but nothing can replace the wondrous feeling of looking at it fly, with its lights beaming, from the ground. Do you remember that, Cha?”

And I said,” Yeah…I remember how it felt…Yeah…” And it transported me back to my childhood. Memories that come back that way are ever so beautiful, spontaneous. I’m sure Peaches and Erica will look at it with the same innocent guilessness because we grew up in the same neighborhood where airplanes seemed so near from the ground where they took off and landed.:)

Thank you, Aris, for unconsciously reminding. Imagine how simple joy can bloom from simpler, unexpected events in our lives!