The Gospel According to Curious George

I haven’t posted on my blog in almost two weeks because I literally haven’t had time to sit down and write anything significant.  (I take the phrase “I don’t have time” very seriously and use it seldomly because I don’t believe people when they say it.  We all have time--we just choose to use time differently.  In this instance, I suppose I DID have the time if I had chosen to not sleep or eat.)  It’s hard to get back in the swing of blogging after that long of a break.  I have so many things to write and no idea where to start.  Instead of starting at the beginning (which is generally a very nice place to start), I’m just going to pick something and go with it.  

Last weekend, we took a last minute trip to Orlando.  Scott was on leave to finish his comprehensive exam for grad school, and I seized the moment to squeeze in some quality family time.  It meant that he was a little bit stressed to have less time to work on his exam, but I’ve learned in seven years of being an Air Force wife that if you want to have true time off, you have to leave the area.  Granted, someone can always find him on his cell phone, but if he’s a seven-hour drive away, they absolutely can not expect him to come off leave early for a flight.

With the impending release of HP7, my Pottersenses were on high alert, and I thought what better way to spend opening weekend than to go to Universal Studios to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter?  (More on that later.)

We’d never been to Universal Studios, so beyond the WWoHP, we weren’t sure how we would fill our days, but we had no doubt we could figure it out when we got there.  One of the greatest surprises was the Curious George Goes to Town area.  Tucked behind the E. T. ride, the Barney show, and the An American Tail playground, George’s splash zone/playground/“ball factory” provided a couple hours of run-around-and-get-some-energy-out-just-for-kids fun, which was just what the boys needed.

While they played, I walked around in awe of the minute details that went into designing this section of the amusement park.  I’ve always been a Curious George fan, even more so after I had children, and like with everything else at Universal Studios, I was overwhelmed by a sense of childlike glee when looking at the oversized books and play equipment that made up George’s town.

One of the blessings/curses of having my brain is that there is rarely a moment when I’m not thinking thematically.  Even when I’m trying to relax, my brain is still writing/creating/storming.  So, instead of just enjoying George as the curious little monkey that he is, I walked around mentally blogging.

I have, thus far, in my blog avoided things of spiritual nature because I often find it difficult to adequately articulate my thoughts and feelings related to faith.  I also have this fear of permanency when it comes to faith--like if I write it, it’s there forever for everyone to see.  This is troublesome because I believe that faith is somewhat amorphous in nature, ever-changing and indefinable, a process rather than a result.  (Please don’t confuse this with my concept of God, whom I generally view as unchanging in that traditional yesterday/today/forever sense.)  So, I fear on some level that if I write something and that is the only thing of mine someone ever reads, that will become their definition of my faith, and who knows?  Maybe tomorrow I’ll believe something a little bit different, and I won’t have the opportunity to explain myself.  I know, I overthink these things.

So, anyway, allow me to pull back from being an overanalyzing twit for a moment and allow you to have a glimpse at my faith.  And per usual, pictures are worth far more than any words I could type, so I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.  (As with all metaphors, don’t take it too far.  Just enjoy, and let it mean whatever it means to you.)

The best part is that now you don't have to go to church on Sunday because you've already heard a great sermon.