Life

I was thinking about life and the fleetingness of it.

As we get older ... our days, the hours in our day, time in general, take on a different meaning. Our own mortality, that of our parents, their friends, our friends.  How are you spending your time?  Do you hear birds tweeting in the morning?   Or savour your morning coffee?  The sound of your child’s voice?  Or even that of your parents?   Do you take the time to really listen, and be present in conversations?  Did you take in blue of the sky?  Or the various shades of green of the leaves?  Do you appreciate your breath, that inhale of air for all it does?  The corresponding whoosh and thump of your heart?  The oxygen etc delivered to your cells and organs etc.?  The system of capillaries in which it all travels?

It’s the small things we will miss when they are gone.  The simple moments we take for granted.  The sound of a loved ones' voice. The special nickname they had for you. Tomorrow is not promised to any one of us.  Say I love you. Hug who you wanna. Kiss them. Tell them. Be present. Laugh. Dream. Do the thing. We can spend our whole life looking at ALL the stuff that’s missing. And as a result, missing all the stuff that’s there. We are soooo incredibly blessed. The rest ... Does it even matter?  Any of it... at the end of the day? In the final moment? 

I’m gonna go with no. 

Today, did you hold someone’s hand? Or smile at a stranger?  All the small things ... that make a difference.

And what are you grateful for?

Me.
I’m grateful ...
I woke up today.  Rested. In my bed with my comfy sheets and my way too many pillows 😊.  Twas a good sleep. I heard the voices of, and chatted with, the people most important to me in life. I kissed my mom. She looked beautiful in red. I touched base with a few friends. I hugged.  Life is good. I am happy. I feel happy.  It felt good. It’s not always like that.  Everything after all is temporary. But it passes.

Did you laugh?  I laughed.  I lit a candle. It smelled amazing. Did I make someone’s life better today?  I hope so. I had breakfast.   And dinner.  And two glasses of wine.  I had coffee, and water and coconut water. I got lost in a story weaved on the pages of one book. I listened to a chapter in another.  I had a shower. Hot water... good pressure.  It felt great ... standing there ... feeling the fall of water on my skin.  One of my fave bath gels.  I’m grateful for a quiet day.  And hellos from friends. :). For marathon conversations with my siblings. For the memories. The electricity powering the fan circulating the air. The sun. The clouds. OMG ... indoor plumbing.  Yea def grateful for that. :).  I breathed.  Easily. And on my own. I could see. I could walk. And talk. I am grateful for me. For all I am.  I enjoyed good and inspiring, thought provoking conversations and interesting perspectives. I am grateful for life. Mine and those of the people I love.  And for the life of those who gained their angel wings. 

It’s all ephemeral.
There will be ups and downs.  
Enjoy the journey.