Friday, October 26, 2007

Never More

I have waited once again to blog this week.
This time I waited on the words.
Wanting perfection in my response.
Wanting to craft a love letter so repleat with images that the words would not leave the reader alone.
I design this love letter with words alone.
No images to convey what my mind may be to weak to convey.
Never More
These two simple words have softened each look as I watched you sleep last night.
Never More
Echoed in our steps as we walked hand in hand window shopping last weekend.
Never More
Strengthened me as you comforted my father in his pain.
Never More
Was a call to arms even as I fell under the drugs given before the cancer tests.
Never More
A sweet wisp of thankfullness, as I listened to those who are now alone longing for someone.
Have I

My sweet Dark Knight
You did in fact rescue me from all those who would say love is not for me.
Never More

Monday, October 22, 2007

Stranger Than Fiction

We have watched more than a few bad movies.

“Stranger Than Fiction” was not one of them.

There were so many great things about this movie.

I have waited to blog on the movie.

This was an exercise in finding the one thing that keeps haunting me about the movie.

A sign for me that I have been changed by a work of art, literature, music or even a movie is that there is something, weeks later that still haunts me.

For me, for this movie it would be the line, “Little Did He Know”.

The entire movie is really spun off this concept that there was something Howard Crick did not know.

In case you have not seen the movie, I will leave all other details out and focus on why this haunts me.

It haunts me first because the author was a genius.

I envy the discipline to create literature, true lasting haunting literature.

It haunts me further because we intrinsically know, but ignore how little we know.

We choose how much we let in, how much we want to see of real life.

We carry on as characters in our own fabrications of our lives.

Until we are suddenly interrupted with real life, then we are forced to raise our eyes to how little we know.

If you combined the delicate narration in “Stranger Than Fiction” with the ability to hear in “What Women Want”, in our own lives we would likely be tempted to never leave the couch.

There is in fact so much good in people, but our thought world, that is our battleground, one that most people have not mastered.

So when you hear others thoughts, many of them will be framed in a state of struggle and therefore negative.

So where is all this going?

This is real life.
If living it as a character in your own fiction works for you, and you know that you do not control everything but enjoy this illusion, that is your real life.

If you are able to tune out the negativity of others, not care about what the toxic people around you are thinking but care more for what you think about who you are, not a bad thing.

Of course all of this will read very strange if you have not yet watched the movie.

I guess that is the way life goes, stranger than fiction.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Without A Trace

From "One Hot Momma" to "I Keep On Trying",
Trace delivered.

My wonderful husband found a way for us to be extra’s at a taping for a December 1 Trace Atkins' special for GAC last night.

We had center stage positions about 10 feet away from Trace.

We shook our Badonkey Donks.....
Laughed both on command from our director Bill...and spontaneously.

Snuggled to slow songs, and held hands like the groovy old couple we are growing to be.

It was a night to remember.
Tiny! You were missed and should have been there.

Monday, October 08, 2007

That Moment

That Moment
That Sweet Peace-Filled Moment

It is a twinkle in time.
The glimmer of morning in the closing eye of night.

That Moment
We want to anchor in its fluid movement.

That Moment
Cast between Yesterday’s Should Haves and Today’s Have To’s

That Moment
The perfect spoon coupled together, held softly by the palm of God

I awoke to a take your breath away awareness of
That Moment

I stirred under a spirit body connection that drew new energy into
That Moment

I determined to remember and value
That Moment

To let it change me, should that be its course
Not just for That Moment

Monday, October 01, 2007

What A Wonderful World

It was a beautiful drive in this morning.
As I drove, I found myself dreaming about what is ahead and at the same time hugging onto some memories I carry with me.
We attended another funeral this weekend.
We lost Micheal’s Uncle Harold.
I did not know the man well but the day still touched me.
This was real life for the step-daughters who had loved him.
It was real life for his brothers and sister who had to work through their loss and sense of nearness and understanding of mortality.

I had to spend some time researching an old favorite of mine once I got to work.
I was amazed to find that Louis had over 188 CD’s on one site alone.
“Hello Dolly” will always make me smile as I saw that movie with my Grandma.
But my favorite has to be..
“What A Wonderful World”
The sound of Louis letting his talents love these words below
Is sure to bring a smile to your face.

I see trees of green........ red roses too
I see em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a pretty the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin......i love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
Theyll learn much more.....than Ill never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

The colors of a pretty the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin.. how do you do
Theyre really sayin...*spoken*(I

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know their gonna learn
A whole lot more than Ill never know)
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.