Hey you.
And when I say "you" I mean 'you' the one taking precious time out of our sunny day to be here. With me. Let me pull you up a comfy chair and pour you a smooth cup of coffee or tea. I have sugar cubes and honey sitting in the wings. Like me, they've been waiting for you. And we're so happy that you are here now....
I have been thinking a lot about precious moments. These little fragments in time that we break off in segments that surround our clocks, our chromosomes. What is it that pulls us to what we crave the most? It's really something, isn't it? How we spend our time.
When I really want to think about time, I try to go looking for it. Isolate it into this little piece that I can really focus on. I concentrate with everything inside of me, my brow damp from the perspiration. I have found it, I say to myself. Because I do not wish to slow it down like those nifty little movie makers that we now have on our phones. I just want to give it a good subtle nod. To say 'hey you' and offer a little wave. Time likes those moments just as much as we do. She waves back almost always.
Let me tell you, the wave I got from this little gem: she addressed me 'writer'
How it gets your attention...
But the most precious time is always spent with my people. This family of ours...I couldn't feel more lucky to call them mine. Mark passed his FE exam and is almost done with finals. He graduates in less than a week. All of those long hours...projects, papers, assignments, presentations. He has worked so hard these past few years. He is an engineer. And I am so proud of him. Always.
I don't like to talk about it because I'm afraid the words spoken out loud are this invisible contract with the life that I have. 'What if' takes you down this long hallway and it gets darker and darker with each step. Until you finally look up and realize that the hallway is tiny and bright blue sky has been there above you all along.
You look up. And you keep looking up. Because that is all we can do in situations like this. Otherwise those damn hallways will block your vision, your opportunity to actually live and be present and be washed in the warm sunlight of love and contentment.
I don't know about you, but that sunlight feels pretty good.
And when I say "you" I mean 'you' the one taking precious time out of our sunny day to be here. With me. Let me pull you up a comfy chair and pour you a smooth cup of coffee or tea. I have sugar cubes and honey sitting in the wings. Like me, they've been waiting for you. And we're so happy that you are here now....
I have been thinking a lot about precious moments. These little fragments in time that we break off in segments that surround our clocks, our chromosomes. What is it that pulls us to what we crave the most? It's really something, isn't it? How we spend our time.
When I really want to think about time, I try to go looking for it. Isolate it into this little piece that I can really focus on. I concentrate with everything inside of me, my brow damp from the perspiration. I have found it, I say to myself. Because I do not wish to slow it down like those nifty little movie makers that we now have on our phones. I just want to give it a good subtle nod. To say 'hey you' and offer a little wave. Time likes those moments just as much as we do. She waves back almost always.
Let me tell you, the wave I got from this little gem: she addressed me 'writer'
How it gets your attention...
But the most precious time is always spent with my people. This family of ours...I couldn't feel more lucky to call them mine. Mark passed his FE exam and is almost done with finals. He graduates in less than a week. All of those long hours...projects, papers, assignments, presentations. He has worked so hard these past few years. He is an engineer. And I am so proud of him. Always.
There is so much to be grateful for. Lately, I am simply reveling in life. This glimpse of how we all choose to fill in our days while we are here. There is more purpose in my step. Within the last month our community has experienced two devastating car accidents involving young adults. They have been a sobering reminder to not take each other for granted. To love and appreciate and breathe in these moments that we get to string together and make it ours. When I look at it all, I never want to let go. Even though I know for all of us, we have to. It's life. It's part of our experience. But to be taken away from it all while so young. When your life is just beginning... My heart aches in that way that just begs to be noticed.
I don't like to talk about it because I'm afraid the words spoken out loud are this invisible contract with the life that I have. 'What if' takes you down this long hallway and it gets darker and darker with each step. Until you finally look up and realize that the hallway is tiny and bright blue sky has been there above you all along.
You look up. And you keep looking up. Because that is all we can do in situations like this. Otherwise those damn hallways will block your vision, your opportunity to actually live and be present and be washed in the warm sunlight of love and contentment.
I don't know about you, but that sunlight feels pretty good.
If I could sit there and be with you, right here, right now, in this moment: I would. We would be still and sip that hot cup of liquid and get lost in the beauty of it all. And then we would start laughing at the silliness of being quiet when we clearly should be talking about politics or parking tickets or the half price gallon of milk we saw at the grocery store. Because unless we are highly trained or keep quiet often...the focus gets broken easily. And that's okay. Because we are together. And that's always my favorite place to be.
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