Friday, January 28, 2011
Friday Photo
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. (An idea taken from Soulemama)
Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday photo
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. (An idea taken from Soulemama)
Saturday, January 15, 2011
February 2007
I wrote this nearly 4 years ago. This year will mark the four year anniversary of my mother's death and 5 years since my father died.
I was sitting at a traffic light on my way to work from the gym this morning. The sun was shining into the car, warming my hands on the steering wheel and casting that certain Spring-time light...the perfect combination of warmth and light that makes the sap run every year. And I was struck with this great wave of contentment and sensual fulfillment. This surprised me because it's been less than a month since my mother died and less than a year since my father's death. For a split second I felt a sense of guilt-how could I possibly be so happy, content and in the moment, when they were no longer able to enjoy this life and the experience of being human? Then it occured to me even if they were alive, they were not the type to revel in a day like today (well, maybe my father) or in the whole point of having a body and our senses. Vow right now, wherever you are, to "come to your senses".
Even the dog seems to be awakening to her bliss and joy. She rides in the car, her head out of the window with her eyes soft and the hair around her head and neck blowing back from her face-pure love of being alive, then she squeals with delight. Same with digging into the snow-pawing, spinning, yelping, dancing and throwing herself into the bank with abandon and glee, chomping and chewing-radiating essential pleasure.
It's not to say that we weren't potentially happy before or that my parents were not loved or bad. I can't really explain it; there is just this new freedom. Freedom to live with a different sense-an abandon. I can't and won't feel guilty about that. They loved us well enough to empower us to choose life.
I was sitting at a traffic light on my way to work from the gym this morning. The sun was shining into the car, warming my hands on the steering wheel and casting that certain Spring-time light...the perfect combination of warmth and light that makes the sap run every year. And I was struck with this great wave of contentment and sensual fulfillment. This surprised me because it's been less than a month since my mother died and less than a year since my father's death. For a split second I felt a sense of guilt-how could I possibly be so happy, content and in the moment, when they were no longer able to enjoy this life and the experience of being human? Then it occured to me even if they were alive, they were not the type to revel in a day like today (well, maybe my father) or in the whole point of having a body and our senses. Vow right now, wherever you are, to "come to your senses".
Even the dog seems to be awakening to her bliss and joy. She rides in the car, her head out of the window with her eyes soft and the hair around her head and neck blowing back from her face-pure love of being alive, then she squeals with delight. Same with digging into the snow-pawing, spinning, yelping, dancing and throwing herself into the bank with abandon and glee, chomping and chewing-radiating essential pleasure.
It's not to say that we weren't potentially happy before or that my parents were not loved or bad. I can't really explain it; there is just this new freedom. Freedom to live with a different sense-an abandon. I can't and won't feel guilty about that. They loved us well enough to empower us to choose life.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Friday photo
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. (An idea taken from Soulemama)
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| looking towards Mt. Washington from Douglass Mountain |
Friday, January 7, 2011
This moment
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see. (An idea taken from Soulemama)
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