What’s Outside Your Windows?
We have a joke in our family. It starts with these words: “Grain Elevators….”. Here’s the story. Our daughter-in-law asked Brent and I one day, how we felt about having video players in the car for vacations. Me…I said, “YES! There are times on long trips, that putting on a movie to have the kids stop fighting and bugging each other, is needed for them and for the parents”. Brent, on the other hand, said…“NO, you should sit and look out at the window and count grain elevators.” Since none of us knew what he was talking about, we thought it was pretty funny. Then he explained. You see, when he grew up in Canada, he remembers gazing out of the car window looking at all the grain elevators – a fond childhood memory. Yes, we don’t let him forget this, but not to mock him…cause we love him!
When you sit in a car and stare out the window…what comes to your mind….where do your thoughts go? Because of my infatuation with graffiti (I’m talking about street art more than just markings and tags that seem aimless and without thought), this is what I focus on every time I’m able to soak in my surroundings (I mean…not while I’m driving, of course!). It catches my eye and draws me to the colors and expression of voice. Yet I constantly have the same question: “How do they do this on busy highways, and train stations and bridges and buildings – without anyone seeing them and stopping them?” I imagine them sneaking around in the dark and having looks outs, etc. It’s a simple question and not very deep or one that the answer would change my life, but it’s a reoccuring question every time these images pass me by.
Finally…I’ve been given an answer to my whimsical questioning! While exploring the off beaten streets of Freiburg one weekend…we came across this:
An Unexpected Treat!
Can anyone out there feel my excitement? As we came around the corner and saw this…it’s as if my breath skipped a beat! I know you’re saying….it sure doesn’t take much to please or entertain Amy….but seriously….it’s as if my question has been answered and I’m at peace. No one cared, no one stopped these folks. It just happens! I think city life has just accepted this as part of the culture and has learned to turn a blind eye. I loved it! Having not lived in a big city, I know, it sounds crazy that I’ve never seen anyone doing this. But I loved just sitting there and watching these young people creating – expressing – communicating through their own way.
It makes me think about all those questions in my life, those ones that I think – if only I could have the answer – once I have the answer…will there be peace….will I move on….will life move on to what’s ahead?
What Questions are stuck in your head and will it make a difference in how you live your life – if the answers were there?