As Freee and I were driving home from Tucson, Freee mentioned that she thought the varying shades of the mountains along the horizon in front of us were beautiful. In my pragmatic way, I responded, “It’s the depth.” She laughed at me and said something like, “uh…duh.” And, we joked about it the rest of the way home, not because I said something stupid, which I did, but because I stated the obvious.
Often times, my life is so busy that I forget to stop and appreciate the beauty, the depth that life affords us. I recognize it, but I really don’t SEE it. I feel like the past several weeks have been a time of great inner growth for me. So much has happened, and at such a frenzied pace, that I haven’t really had the chance to digest it all – to realize the depth.
Over the next couple of days, I want to try to write as much as I can about the doggy rescue experience before the memories get muddied. However, I am sure the question at the forefront of everyone’s minds is whether or not Peachy is who she represents herself to be in her journal. One of the life lessons that I’ve been learning through journaling is that our writings are open to the interpretation of the reader. As such, J-Land writers are at the mercy of the perception of the reader.
I’ve been reading Peachy since her days of “Pull up a Chair.” My perception of her was that she was the epitome of a soccer mom, improved upon to the nth degree. She had it all - the perfect hair, the perfect little body, the perfect house, the perfect mini-van, the perfect 2.5 children, and the perfect marriage to boot. What kept me coming back? After all, I am none of those things! The one redeeming quality was that she was a klutz. I can relate to klutziness! It didn’t hurt that she was funny as hell too. Or, that she has the ability to write stories that pull at your heart strings so tightly that you can’t help shedding a tear or two. Okay, so a few even had me blubbering like a baby. But, don’t tell her that, she’ll stop writing them.
Well, as much as I’d like to dispel the concept, she really is who she is in her journal. But, what I didn’t expect was that she was so much more. The first thing I noticed when we met was her absolutely gorgeous green eyes. I tried to capture them but pictures just don’t seem to get the vividness of the color. As we talked, she would say some of the most practical, intelligent things that left me stunned because in one of our conversations she said she didn’t buy into all that “psycho-babble.” I questioned her and Wayne about this. Where did they come up with their concepts on life, love, and raising two well adjusted boys if they didn’t buy into ANY of the “psycho-babble?” In a truly humble fashion, they wouldn’t accept responsibility. They gave credit to God, to Papa Rod, to anyone but themselves. That’s just the kind of people that they are. They even tried to blame it on common sense but if that were the case there would be a lot more people like them running around and clearly there isn’t.
I left Los Angeles on Saturday morning with the mind-set that I had a task to perform. I returned on Sunday feeling like I had just returned from a vacation visiting family. The way they opened their hearts and home to us humbled and amazed me so much so that I feel I owe them a debt of gratitude for allowing me a glimpse into their lives. I’m still a little perplexed how to fit it all in with the perception that I had of Peachy when I was only a reader of her journal but I guess what has happened is that I now see the depth. It really is the depth dummy!