Time spent wisely …

Moving is such tedious work. However, now and again you’ll find something worth looking at whilst packing.

This afternoon I found old pictures of my family.

It’s odd to think that at one time we all lived under one roof and called this place home. We were a unit – a whole.

How strange to think that at one time my parents were married and that I shared a bathroom with an older sister. It was a simpler time in some ways. I knew what to expect on a daily basis. I knew that when I woke every morning that I would do so to a house that was bustling with life, routine, laughter, wonderful pets and of course love.

When did everything change? How have the years passed so rapidly? When did i become an adult with adult responsibilities?

Time is strange, it usually feels as if it’s passing much too quickly. Yet it’s always the same.

There are moments, when I desperately long to recapture my youth. I want to sit quietly on a Saturday morning eating Apple Jacks while watching The Banana Splits on a great behemoth of a television. I long for the sweetness of our family dog and cats. I desire the simplicity that was childhood, even though at the time, it seemed anything but simplistic.

But don’t we all now and again?

So, I allow myself a bit of dwelling, and then I pull myself out of the reverie, with the thought that yes, sometimes being an adult is difficult. Then I walk to the kitchen, find a bit of cookie dough and eat it for dinner (something I would never have been allowed to do as a child). And once again all is right with the world.

Ramblings on life …

Life is messy.

Full of emotions, desire, wants and needs.

It is gratuitous, beautiful, frightening and compelling.

Days pass, moments happen, love disappears, tears fall, passion kindles and laughter bubbles.

And through it all we remain ever hopeful.

Hopeful that we’ll meet our true love, feel passion, know are souls purpose, bring joy to others, make ends meet, continue to grow, retain good health, foster our faith and spirituality, and be understood …

Sometimes, it’s difficult to see through the thick haze of disappointment that envelops us.  But we must try. For beyond the haze is an enormous, sparkling, never-ending well of possibility.

It’s strange how we tend to analyze our lives more at certain times of the year.  Most specifically at the end of each year.  It’s when we tally up the good, the bad and the ugly. Giving ourselves a score, so to speak.  Did we achieve our goals? Was love found or lost? Did we grow older or simply old?

It’s the time of year when we take stock, make resolutions and invest in ourselves.

It’s newness enveloped in possibility.

So, as you look behind, make sure not too linger.  Keep moving forward and let your heart be grateful and light.

Happy (early) New Year!

After a long day …

There’s nothing like a bubble bath to soothe and woo a girl.  It truly is the little things …

(I stayed in until almost all the warmth had dissipated)

As Sylvia Plath once said:

 “there must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I can’t think of any of them.”

Tonight’s bit of bliss

Journey’s end …

Have you ever just felt happy?

For no apparent reason?

There is a feeling of warmth that permeates me at times.

It bubbles up from deep within.

A natural spring of joy and peace that saturates me.

Maybe it’s knowing that I can attempt to bring beauty into a new day.

A brand new canvas with nothing but endless possibilities.

Today was one of those days.

A rather regular day – without fanfare.

But special in the sense that I *felt* alive.

All too often we lose our way.

Focusing only on the outcome of life.

When in reality, what is truly important, are the seconds, minutes and hours and how we fill them.

So instead of making it about the end result I have chosen to be present for the journey.

Because in the end, it’s the uncharted moments that may truly mean the most.

Morning bits …

The coffee is strong and bitter and helps to bring me to life.

It’s one of those mornings where all I want to do is sit quietly and contemplate what ‘it’ all means.

Such as …

When the birds sing are they truly singing? Or speaking in a complex language we simply can’t understand?

When you wish upon a star does your dream really come true?

If you think too long about the texture of cottage cheese does eating it become unappealing?

Why must bananas lose their green ripeness?

Am I the only person who can only eat them when they are perfect and without a spot?

Is anyone else thinking the same thing as me at this very moment?

If a cricket from the East Coast found its way West, would the Western Crickets make fun of it because of its accent?

Is that a grey hair I see?

Do I have time today to go to the salon and become a red-head (sans the grey)?

If I go ‘red’ will I look cheap and be taken for a floozy?

Do little hands mean anything?

When the clock ticks can you feel the time disappear?

Will you miss it?

When I say “Bibbity Bobbity Boo” why does it make me smile?

Does magic truly exist? Or is it something we choose to believe so that life isn’t dull?

Is the Winter really cold for those with no warm memories?

Why do I sing songs about nothing?

Will I touch someone’s life today?

Do you know?