I’ve heard from a little bird that this is
the official Banned Books Week. I’ve
just got one question before I jump in and talk about my favorite banned
book. Who the heck comes up with these official
holidays? Isn’t it really just someone
one who had this clever idea, sent it out into the universe under a great
network, spread across the continents, and now taken as truth, when perhaps there’s
not a shred of it anywhere at all?
Another question pops up from that one.
Why can’t I do the same thing, or have the same fire start, with the
announcement or marketing of my books?
So, it’s Banned Book Week? Well, the only book I’ve ever heard rumored
as banned - I would have never read had it not been so controversial. I’m talking about the Harry Potter series. When the firestorm ran through the churches
and I saw mothers get up and cry in front of congregations in gratitude their
children hadn’t fell ‘under the spell’ of the bewitching books… well, I just
had to read them and witness this power for myself. I’d like to say I was able to stand against
the temptation and resist the evil that was corrupting our children, but I fell
hard for the Harry Potter universe, becoming one of its willing and faithful victims.
My next piece of randomness this morning revolves
around nerds. I’m sorry, but I have the
biggest weakness for highly intelligent men, whose minds know things I can only
touch the surface. I’ve learned in my
age of wisdom, that men who are passionate about learning are often passionate
about everything else in their lives, especially when it comes to women. What I find ridiculous, is women who prefer
brutes without brains or pretty pecks without promise. A brilliant mind is the best aphrodisiac I’ve
ever experienced.
Perhaps I’m the nerd. I think I’m a very beautiful woman, but I’ve
never been impressed with a man who was attracted to my body only, especially
one who doesn’t listen to a word I say.
I absolutely melt when I know I’ve been listened to, I’ve been
understood, and a man shares intimately his thoughts, dreams, emotions and quirky
ideas. Sure, a passionate kiss is great
and I’d love experience lots of them. If I had to choose to never kiss again,
yet have someone push the boundaries of my understanding and take me on great
adventures of intellectual existentialism, well, I’d choose the latter and find
myself in love, hooked, and completely undone under their brilliant verbose. A
sweet pair of eyes wouldn’t hurt either.
And for the last piece of randomness this
morning: Be passionate about everything.
I’m learning passion if very painful.
It’s the biggest risk I take every day, most often seeming to backfire, because
for it to be true passion, my heart has to be completely invested. But, I’ve lived too many years dead
inside. Yes, I feel a lot of pain, but
at least I feel something. Those few
moments of joy, appreciation, passion, excitement, thrill, enlightenment and
love are worth any pain or disappointment I have to endure. Without passion I would miss all the good things
in life – love, friendship, family.
Some days I think I can’t possibly cry any
more, and want to curl into a ball and hide from the world – licking my
wounds. But something will happen, a
wave of joy, a smile, a kind word, an intimate expression of affection by
someone I love and admire, and those tears go away and make life worth living.
Be the reason to dry someone’s tears
today. Be passionate. Be a nerd.
Read a banned book.
Till next time,
~T.L. Gray
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