This weeks theme

“If you could revist any one moment from your life and live it again, what would it be?”

I read an entry for this in a friend’s journal this evening, and, after writing the last entry, my mind is very open, very suggestable. I found myself floating back…

I happen to be listening to T’Pau “Heart and Soul” (12″ remix) and so my thoughts carried back to majestic moments in Phoenix when I was in school. I was drifting back to mananamous moments that were actually spans of time.

Like – I remember magnificient sunsets in Phoenix… watching the sun set over the dry bed of the Rio Salado. Watching air traffic descend and depart from the back side of Westcourt. Staring off the roof of the new Architecture buidling over the Valley. Feeling the chill come on the breeze as I biked through Scottsdale while the sun settled. Driving back to Tempe from Tuscon after a StarTrek convention, or a day with Courtney.

All of that rolled into one moment for me.

There are lots of these “moments” for me – moments where I felt strong and one with my environment, one with the world. Magnanamous! Magnificient Moments!

But the question in the theme seems to be asking for a true moment. I see something like the moment of suspended time with Picard in Star Trek: Insurrection. Where a few seconds seem to last for days. And I find, there are too many moments like that in my life, fragments of life that for me, even at the moment, seemed to take on a lifetime of years.

Too many moments like that. Too many of the best times. Most of them are with people. Sometimes just one person.

When I try to sort them out, to settle on just one, or a few to write about, I find that one thing does come to mind – it was a camping trip. And although the trip lasted 2 days, the two days were a paradise for me – days of humor and adventure and introspection and warmth. If I could pick only one moment, right now, I think it would be those two days, or perhaps one of a couple moments during that trip…

Then I spin back, further back, and realize I’d very much like to relive any moments I spent with my father. Any of the camping trips with him, any outing. But also when he visited me in Phoenix at graduation. He was very much my buddy that week… he followed me around, doing what he could to help me, and if he couldn’t help, just being there beside me.

I remember at one point, after a particularly difficult final, he spontainiously took off my shoes and massaged my feet.

What a gift. What a humble gift.

I miss my dad. I hope that he would say I gave him at least one gift equally as great as that.

Yes, I would very much like to revisit a moment with my father.