Your Time is Gonna Come

September 8, 2007 - Saturday

Two things were brought to my attention today, both of which affect me tremendously:

1. Madeline L'Engle died Thursday
2. Led Zepplin is reuniting for a concert.

I can't say for certain, because I was about 9 years old, but "A Wrinkle in Time" is most likely the reason I am the bookworm I am today. I read it about 12 times in elementary school.

Madeline L'Engle is indirectly responsible for many of the silly/impractical things I have done and continue to do. Switching from a math major to a journalism major, crossing the universe fighting evil, creating a book blog, writing a book or two (still working on the two in that), reading until 4am, wanting to be a librarian...

I am not mourning her death; the women influenced millions of readers and lived a long life. I am simply reflecting on how much one person, one person you may have never met and might not think of every day, can have such a profound effect on anyone's life.

Around the same time I was reading about genius children my age running around the universe fighting evil to save their scientist father, I met Heather Hawkinson who, in turn, introduced me to one of my first loves: Led Zepplin.

Being a child who grew up in a virtually hippy-free zone, this was quite a shock to me. Not to say that Zepplin fans are hippies. If some of my friends heard me say that, I wouldn't see light again.

All of this in incidental to the fact that throughout my life, this band has followed me around.
As you shed the skin of your childhood, shake off your adolescence (thank God!) and move into what we like to call adult life, you leave a lot behind that you thought you were passionate about.

Either passion is fleeting (for which an argument can be made) or many things disguise themselves as passion. (Obsessed much?) Led Zepplin has its claws in me and my passion for music is nothing in disguise.

So, although I may not be spending the $500-$700 for a ticket just to get into the show (I can't imagine getting to London would be cheap either.) I must say that I am freaking out. This band that broke up before I was born and still affected me so much, is getting together to play again. And I *could* witness it. Hey, I didn't say I wasn't gonna drop the money to see them, I just said I may not.

So, before lunch, I have witnessed a sort of death-and-rebirth that has directly affected me so personally. Geez, I don't know if I should do anything or just go back to bed because any more of something like that could just be too heavy.