Windows of the Soul
My apologies for delaying the details of my trip to the coast of Georgia. I truly underestimated (once again) the physical toll doing a one-day show takes from a 45-year-old body, particularly when the show is the first one of the year. All that muscle and leanness I gained from those last 5 weeks of last year's schedule is now turned to fat and lard. I was wiped out yesterday once I got home. I felt even worse today.
As usual when one "feels the burn" and looks at that physical toll as a positive aspect of the work experience, they will also consider their entire effort as a gainful experience. If you are wondering now if I'm making some kind of an effort to put a positive spin on the weekend, don't worry. Everything turned out awesome! Not only did I have my best sales total since my trip to Tybee Island last November but I found a spiritual reassurance that I am doing what I am supposed to with my life's profession.
All of that anxiety I carried with me to begin the trip was eased during those first few moments of unloading my gear. It was quite obvious that I've become a part of "the Savannah gang" that routinely attend these events. From the Savannah Waterfront Association folks to those artists who've become a part of my extended family, they all made me feel welcome and that I was meant to be there.
The weather was glorious (73 degrees with very light winds - I should've worn shorts and my Crocs). By mid-afternoon the crowd had swelled to the largest I had seen in the few trips I've made down there. I think all of us that had the pleasure of hanging out on the riverfront Saturday had a taste of the warm days soon to arrive.
Saturday's highlight was meeting Derek, a handsome 19-year-old young man from Michigan, and his family. Oh by the way, Derek has cerebral palsy. Even though Derek was just flat out exhausted he graciously accepted our Telly Turtle book and in return I got a huge smile that reminded me so much of Ben's!
As I chatted with Derek's mom & dad we couldn't help but feel the kinship between us. While I was telling them a little about Ben a stunningly beautiful young lady walked up and took Derek's hand. It turns out it was his 21-year-old sister. I found out about her connection with Derek and what an amazing future she has before her. Later that evening I shared with Joan how I couldn't help but see a vision of us ten years from now.
By the time I returned to the camper exhaustion was quickly constructing cobwebs between my ears. I poured a glass of wine to unwind just a little more and thought about how much I have changed since the last trip to Savannah just three months ago. While I would agree that rest has been a factor in gaining back my confidence I can also say that the key ingredient is the way I am looking at life these days.
My confirmation came in the form of a book my mother encouraged me to read...oh...perhaps a year ago at this time? For some reason I was compelled to pack Windows of the Soul by Ken Gire. I don't know why. My artist friends will tell you that I'm not one of those to read in the booth when things are slow. Also when you're camping by yourself, the prospect of building a campfire to relax next to beats sitting in a small pop-up camper anytime. That is in fact how I enjoyed my Friday evening.
Despite those cobwebs creeping across that empty space in my cranium I still had a half-full glass of wine. There's no sense in wasting a gift from the grapes so I plucked the book from my luggage and began reading. About an hour later I picked my jaw up from off the table and went to bed. Trust me. My jaw was not there from yawning.
Even running out of gas on the way home couldn't bring me down. How could it? I was able to coast to the bottom of an exit ramp leading to two truck stops.
My blog friends I tell you that this is going to be a great year for our family. I don't know about how that might relate to personal sales figures or financial gain. In all honesty I really don't care. I can only say that me, Joan, Jessie, and Ben have a joy happening within us that we've not experienced in a long, long time and that is what it is all about.
And thanks for the book, Mom.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Windows of the Soul