Life doesn’t have a rewind button.
Life doesn’t have a rewind button.
One of the most wonderful things about blogging is the interaction with people from around the world. I just read a post by a fellow blogger who never gets to see snow. So I thought I would send her a little taste of winter in Canada. You should check out: . madcapdog.wordpress.com
Sorry, couldn’t resist! I’m such a ham!
Great minds think alike! I have no idea what everyone else is doing.
4 AM. The clock ticks inexorably towards 5 o’clock but it’s still a long way away. It is dark. It is quiet. But it is not silent. I can hear a clock ticking in the other room . . . tick tick tick. A relentless metronome. Tick tick tick. Isn’t there supposed to be a tock in there somewhere? It’s funny how we interpret what we hear.
I just heard a car, I think, it was a quiet, dull roar. Fortunately no car alarms! I can hear my refrigerator faintly humming. Not a tune I know. Silly me. I get a little punchy in the wee, wee hours of the day. Or is it still night? Technically it’s the morning but that doesn’t seem right until after dawn. But it is a quiet time.
I can hear my heart beating. Odd. It is something that has been doing the same job for more than 59 years and yet it is alien to me. My liver, my spleen. These are all important aspects of what make me but I have no relationship with them. They are the mechanics within the shell of my body. And I am no mechanic!
I am tired. But I am not sleepy. My body wants to rest but my mind insists it has something important to say. I wonder what that is. I wonder what is the meaning of life. Meaning. Mean. Such different meanings. Can you be mean to your meanings? How do we understand? Why do we not understand? We are not so different from each other and yet we insist that we are. Why? Why do we hate what we do not understand? When? When did we come to believe that it was okay to hate? Is that the meaning of life?
Understanding. Perhaps when we understand each other we will realize that only when we are acting as one can we become one. One species, one race, one people. Too few people have tried. We are raised to be individuals and we cannot comprehend how we can be a part of something bigger when we come together as a whole. We do not give up our individuality by joining a group we simply enhance the group.
I feel I’m in ranting but I also feel that it is important. I am important. You are important. But even better than all of that: WE ARE IMPORTANT!
If you are moving too fast you may miss the best bits.
I know everyone is born with a brain but too many don’t appear to know how it works.
How beautiful Nature can be if we just leave it alone.
In a room full of people, I knew
That moment I truly was hooked
Together we simply must be
It wasn’t just the way that you looked.
Everyone needs a true love
Someone who makes your heart quiver
All through the day and into the night
You make my skin start to shiver.
Your breath touches my arm and I smile
You embrace my body at night
Enclose me, protect me
Make everything right.
The days we’re together are cool
Even though the heat can be felt
The nights once were unkind
But you have a way and they melt.
I wish others could know of this joy
So I have become a petitioner
My summer consort becomes
My love, my air conditioner.
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