home is so cozy.
tipton wagging his tail at the door, in a plea of 'hey you're home, let's eat'
was so typical
and so lovely.

i had the fun time of good conversation on the flight from kc to dallas.
i noticed the girl sitting next to me was carrying some drawings.
so i asked her
"are you an artist"
"ha, oh, well, yeah, i guess i kind of am" she modestly replied.
this is what a 30 minute conversation taught me:
-i really DO love art, the creators of it, the thinkers of it. the whole process behind the process.
she is a student at SCAD, an art and design school.
a sophomore studying (get this) sequential art
i.e. comic books and animation stills
and i say that in a voice of awe and amazement: i love that there is such a major
that allows someone to study and spend their time on EXACTLY what they love.
she does free lance comic strips for newspapers and publications.
she's written (err, drawn?) a book that she's had offered to be published
but she, unlike others, she said, can easily see her flaws and mistakes and room to grow and improve. so she doesn't want it out there yet.
she's from the dallas area, but originally from mexico. her family moved 5 years ago.
so she speaks spanish and english, has studied german and french, and is now on to japanese.
because the publisher she'd like to work for is centered in japan, where she plans to study abroad.
"why should i expect a company to hire me if i don't show at least an interest
and effort in learning its culture" she said.
i talked a little about myself, but mostly i listened. she had so many interesting thoughts and experiences to share.
and it reminded me...
this is why i write. this is what re-inspires me.
listening to people talk about their passions and the process of bringing those passions to life.

so i thought, thanks God. thanks for the reminder.