Summer of grass growing on sidewalks....

A summer full of surprises... But mainly a summer full of pages of reading majority of that reading is text book material the other half is some light summer reading. This summer I am embarking on a journey through American Classics... I am now on "To Kill a Mocking Bird" by Harper Lee. I have read it before but looking at it with older eyes its interesting to see the themes and patterns that I pick up. I finished reading "The Color Purple" last week that one was a bit different it was my first time reading it but it brought to life the complexities of living in a different time as a woman and more specifically an African American woman...

Now, as I sit here in my bed I am reflecting. I am trying to figure out the depth of my personality. I know that I am not perfect but this week has really showcased some of my flaws. I feel bad but at the same time I can't help but want to point my finger at the situation that was given to me to deal with...

I keep imagining a ocean. As the waves roll in with some control and then out of no where you are slapped with a cascading blow by the slap of a wave that was bigger than expected. Maybe my personality resembles that control... control... predictable and wham left fielder... leaving you with the sense of numbness that only comes from getting the wind blown out of you..

Such a strange sensation but what a invigorating one... feeling numb to everything...

I guess I am just a little lost at the moment... Like getting lost in a field of sweet peas and not being able to smell the sweetness even though it is right under my nose.

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it." ~ To Kill A Mocking Bird. Scout chp 3

This quote is absolutely perfect. Its amazing how novels can have such depth on life. I guess that is what makes it a classic read. It gives running advice that can be used in a timeless manner.

I am leaving with this thought.. that even when lost in a sea of sweet peas or a field of thorns and bushes there is always some kind of sweet victory... a story untold and a life that you can not understand until you literally take a walk in their skin....