Saturday, July 30, 2011

Just Be...

Play Me...

She walks in beauty like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; 
And all that's best of dark and bright 
Meets in her aspect and her eyes: 
Thus mello'd to that tender light 
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. 

One shade the more, one ray the less, 
Had half impair'd the namelss grace 
Which waves in every raven tress, 
Or softly lightens o'er her face- 
Where thoughts serenely sweet express 
How pure, how dear their dewlling-place. 

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, 
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, 
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 
But tell of days in goodness spent, 
A mind at peace with all below, 
A heart whose love is innocent. 

~Lord Byron~ 

There are certain seconds in life where you just know that if you died at that very moment, you would be dying a happy and content person.  These moments don’t happen very often.  At least for me they don’t.  But I have experienced a few of them scattered around my lifetime.  Those moments are priceless.  They are pure bliss.  And they are unforgettable.  And can remind me of how much I do still love life.

Those are the moments that make life worth living.  Small, fleeting intrigues.  Excellent conversations.  Friends and family.  Gray Goose martinis and Oliver Winery Soft White Wine.  Laying on a blanket staring at the stars.  Hugs and kisses and cookies in bed on a Sunday afternoon.  Listening to a favorite song at a questionable sound level in nothing but the candlelight.  Hearing the birds sing their morning serenade.  Small moments that give you a flash of what perfect happiness can feel like.  The electricity pulsing through your veins and the calmness that overtakes the heart.  These are the best times of our lives and the moments that make life worth living.

The moments that you can just be.  Just breathe.

I recently took a trip into the folder of old blogs on my computer.  The remnants of what used to be.  The remnants of me.  Those blogs were written from the heart in a time and place that no longer exists and contained people that I no longer know.  It's funny how things and times change.  People change.  Lives change.  And it leaves me with the conclusion that the only thing that is consistent are the inconsistencies in our lives.  Everything and everyone can change, even though you can only control those changes within yourself.

"If I were to die today, I’d be dying a happy person.”

“No regrets?”

“Absolutely none.”

And I meant it.  

Everything whether it be good or bad happens for a reason.  I so firmly believe that.  To teach us a lesson.  Put us on a better path.  Help our fellow man.  We all have the ability inside to be the people that we want to be and that we should be.  But sometimes I think we either lose the motivation, the desire, become too lazy or are just so disgusted with the world that we give up.

(Taken from "No Regrets," a Myspace blog from July 8, 2009)

Moments in time to cherish.  We own them because we indulge in them whether we know it or not.  We are willing participants to the lives that we have created for ourselves through the decisions that we made.  We live our lives by the decisions that we make.  Whether they be right or wrong, well... we never know at any given moment.  What is certain though is that wrongs can sometimes be corrected and rights will sometimes leave us with no regrets.  And that second in time of complete and utter bliss where we could die that very second... and all would be right with the world.

Just something to ponder on this beautiful Saturday morning my friends.


1 comment:

  1. Lanie,

    I think I remember that old post :-) I have been around for a few .. lol

    Yes to all of it. BTW - I have done a mea culpa about Melody Gardot. I watched the 4 part youtube "The Accidental Musician" and learned she grew up in New Jersey and Philly. Her accident was in Philly. Her one comment in the piece was not dissing America (TSA more) like everyone else. She mentioned America (not in a bad way) is more Live to Work while Europe is more Work to Live. I have bought her two cd's.

    Her brain injuries could have been what Carin's worst prognosis could have been. She is three or four years older than Carin and it really drove that point home.

    Anyway, great blast from the past.

    Chris :-)


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