Look what happened in the night–a magic all its own.
Confession: It is so easy to believe in everyone but the people we know and love best.
I’m not thinking of my man Ryan, because I’m freshly in love with him and I think he could probably, you know, do a chin-up on the Milky Way without breaking a sweat. I’m thinking of Snowflake Bentley.
Wilson Bentley was a crazy bachelor farmer back a hundred years ago who photographed snowflakes. It was his obsession. We still have scores of his beautiful snapshots; you can view some here. They call him Snowflake Bentley. I don’t know how he spent his summers.
Can you imagine how his family talked about that?
Or Doctor Seuss, world renowned author and illustrator. Can’t you just hear the women in his life wondering when he would like Grow Up and stop playing around with those ridiculous drawings? What kind of adult man invents creatures like the Schlottz—the crumple-horned, web-footed, green-bearded Schlottz—and then sits around writing little rhymes about them? If he isn’t muchly more worse off than you, I’ll eat my umbrella. That’s just what I’ll do.
I am guessing Mrs. Seuss had some grave doubts.
And Einstein? The man couldn’t dress to save his life, couldn’t keep a common sense thought in his head, couldn’t remember his schedule any day of the week.
And Jesus? Always out there talking to people about kingdom come. Forgot to eat. Didn’t have anywhere to live. Needed a good mom to take care of him.
Is anyone known for the serious and responsible work they do? Seems like the world remembers us for what we play with, what we obsess over, what we can’t leave alone. Seems like the world needs us just for that.
Sometimes I fuss over that child who can’t get his act together.
Sometimes I worry about that man off on a tangent.
Sometimes I wonder if I am building anything in the world, or just playing?
We all have to earn our keep. But in the end, we really don’t need Snowflake Bentley to plow a great field. We need him to take some snapshots.
Do you believe in the people closest to you?
What’s your impractical obsession?