Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Cast off the sea monkeys


It may that pool and ocean water have leaked into my brain. That combination of salt and chlorine, which, when you add Corona and multiply by no set schedule after driving 14 hours, sets your mind on simmer. Also known as vacation mode.

It may be that my brain is just slightly overfilled with thoughts. Like the legs of a girl maybe equal parts surfer and redneck, which were a little too long for her frame but all the more striking for their gangliness.

Leaked water, overfull thoughts, legs too long, whatever, it adds up to unsettled mind. It won't quite relax with the body. It has a different agenda, without the means or cooperation to get there.

Still our lives resemble dreams... realms of fantastic desire and possibility, like the kingdom of sea monkeys promised in the back pages of comic books of my childhood. -Campbell McGrath

Maybe Campbell McGrath is right and our dreams are sea monkeys, never as cool or promising or fully realized as we want them to be, believed them to be when we saw them advertised in the back of comic books.

Forty years is beyond the midpoint for dreams. There is still time to realize them, but elapsed time, energy and youth are all factors.

Our trip south is a beginning to summer. It is about family. It's about taking our girls to Disney World. Disney electrifies dreams; it blasts them from a star-loaded bazooka. It takes life's inconveniences, like waiting in line, and puts a princess or a pot of gold or wild ride at the end. We would do well to keep Disney in our minds, to hold on to and reach for our dreams.

At home I'm tired. I haven't been working out since my back spasm-induced ambulance ride. The routine isn't right. It's not fully me. The heart and soul is missing from the motions.

Your mojo can turn up in strange places. Mine gets cranking watching Washington Nationals games. Swimming with the girls or riding through the Haunted Mansion with Anna. Watching Ava rally through the Disney World heat or running a couple miles, doing push-ups and talking about life with Robin. Reading McGrath, Roger Angell, Tracy Smith and John Brandon.

Being on Florida vacation time. Looking to breath deep and fill my lungs for a return. A return to self. A return to place. A return on investment.

To go elbow or shoulder deep into and after dreams. To cast off the sea monkeys.

4 comments:

Kelly McMullen said...

god i loved this

Elizabeth Bastos said...

Do you like Stephen Eliot, of The Rumpis and The Adderall Diaries? You have a great style, slip stream,
wonderful.

Rain said...

Ahhh vacation....I love vacation!
I am sorry you haven't been able to workout very much, I hope you are healed soon and able to get back to yourself!
I know how back pain is, very frustrating.

I used to go to Disneyland a lot as a child, I miss those carefree youthful days....where waiting in line didn't matter.

Michael Valliant said...

Thanks, all! Kelly, so glad that we are still reading back and forth, coast to coast. Elizabeth - I am a big Stephen Elliot fan. Have read Adderall Diaries, regularly check the Rumpus and his daily rumpus e-mails are an artform. Rain - thanks, slowly wading back into it, the working out. Vacation and Disney are always needed charges!