Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Air

Black pleather sucks to my legs, still warm from its previous inhabitant, canned music adding melody to the rumble of departing jets and chittering voices. Damp air conveys the musk of travelers with too many hours crushed in seats between each other and perfumed attempts to mask the scent.

With a screeching lurch, the carousel begins to snake, bags disgorging through the rubber flaps following its current, round and round through islands of waiting people. Soft side, hard side, stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, zippers clinging for dear life, retrieved and stacked, rolling out into tropical humidity. One last breath of air conditioned joy, I follow them into the oven.

Asphalt and palms against the bright blue sky, race passed the window, bleeding into shops with neon signs and meandering civilization. A salty tinge floats on the nonexistent breeze, tickling noses turned toward palm tree's salute to the sun.

Arriving in at the hotel, my bags sink into the blue, green, maroon paisley bed spread, wheezing antiseptic fumes of cleanliness from between the sheets. Sighing, I begin disbursing their contents into my make shift home for the week.

Peaking from between the folds of clothes, little yellow sticky notes beg for attention...

I love the way you love our family.

You are such a good daddy. We miss you already.

You are an amazing man and husband.


Carrying the weight of their words to the bathroom, they find their place on the mirror I will look into each morning, and smile. Some true, some challenging. Already the air has changed, the words invoking a breath of freshness.

Our words have the ability to breathe new life, or suck the air out of already tired lungs. All in how we choose to use them.

Especially when we speak to ourselves.

23 comments:

...mmm... said...

I like what you say about those little notes of blessing changing the air already. How important it is to get noted for good things and to be verbally blessed too. Good man!

Anonymous said...

"Black pleather sucks to my legs.." And I went and got all excited thinking you were talking about that Poison concert. ;)

I hope you never take those little yellow harbingers of hope for granted. Somehow I know you won't, though.

-DF

Colette Amelia said...

I thought you were going to tell us about a great day at the bowling alley!

Have a great trip. I bet you miss your family even more than they miss you.

otin said...

Just knowing that you are missed so much can make being away difficult, but it can also make you feel very special!

Deb said...

You are going to have to start sending me a bill. I learn or am reminded of so many valuable lessons whenever I come here. I soak up your posts - and leave here either recharged, reflective, or a combination. And I am frequently teary when I leave. And your wife is a definite keeper!

Ronda Laveen said...

Ahhh, yes. Somtimes it is hardest for us to treat ourselves as well as we would our loved ones and friends and even acquaintances.

Leah said...

This is especially pertinent for me just at this moment. Thank you, Brian. And by the way, although I didn't comment on it, I've been thinking about your "Secrets" post quite a bit.

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Kay said...

what great sentiment this holds, the ups and downs of our own thoughts, mind and being all in the events of a small time frame....how delightful!

Alan Burnett said...

I just love the description of the carousel. Like all good descriptive pieces it reminds you of a familiar picture rather than challenges you with a new one.

Goofball said...

how sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!

subtorp77 said...

Love the part about finding the notes in the bags. I few thoughts to remind you each morning of how much you're missed...

Cindybrown said...

This made me cry:) So sweet! Isn't it great to be loved like that:)

Lorraine said...

Sometimes you make me feel too much I have to close my eyes to bring myself home...what a gift you have...
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign...I got THAT song stuck in my mind and I WONDER WHY ;)

Daniel said...

I have little reminders in the form of old sticky notes all over my walls and bulletin board and nightstand. Constant reminders of love and trust and relationship. My way of putting Philippians 4:8 into practice! Blessings to you.

Eternally Distracted said...

There is nothing like the amazing feeling that can come from carefully worded post-its ... I think the post-it maker should be knighted! Congratulations to you for inspiring your family enough to write them.

Joanna Jenkins said...

That is so great to hear. I leave notes for my husband all the time. Although he saves them it's nice to think that maybe that have the same impact on him too.

Big sigh. you made my day.

Travel & Dive Girl said...

Beautiful post - once again, thank you for sharing your family with us and thanks for the smiles..

Cinnamon said...

have a great week- anyone who reads this blog regularly will know that you are a good father and husband- no wonder they miss you and appreciate you :)

BeautifulWreck said...

I think I want to hear about the Poison concert.

Sweet notes. Have a pleasant time on your trip.

Brian Miller said...

@beautiful - years ago...poison/tesla...first concert i ever went to...df was my co-pilot...oh yeah...some mysteries are better left unsaid.

@DF - once again you unveil my hidden past...smiles. never take them for granted. smiles.

The Retired One said...

I loved this.
I would write more in my comments, but I gotta run and stick some postnotes into his suitcase.......

(That was beautiful!)

Ben said...

Getting notes like that has got to make it difficult to be away from your family. I love reading your stories. You definitely inspire me to want to be a good husband and father someday. Keep up the good work :)