Moves….

I love being moved. Emotionally. Here’s a partial list. Yours?

Let’s give ‘em something to talk about…. Heard it thru the grapevine….
Put my in coach… Fatbottom girl u make this rockin’ world go round…

Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll you wake up in the morning..
There are stars in the southern sky…

I see your red door and I want it painted black…

The moment at the enda the show where they’ve built the house in a week for the family of misfortune, the bus is pulled away – and my emotions taken from the emotions I see they’re having.

Looking across the room at someone you love (not necessarily “that way”, but could be) and they’re flashing a smile, not knowing you’re catching it.

Dog’a runnin’ with no leash, fence, restrictions.

The final minutes, seconds of a close game (basketball, football, sometimes baseball) where every move is the game is on the line… it’s like you’re there, playing too.

Seeing my son happy.

Picture albums that bring yesterday to life.

Flipping the channels and seeing an Andy Griffith or Leave it to Beaver flash by.

Macolm in the middle’s mother.

Kelly Ripa (wooooo-hoooo!)… Elisabeth Shue… Goldie Hawn..

Nicholson, anything he acts in… Steve Martin…

The barbeque platter is served now sir, dig in.

The Allied Saints (local band, the gal can wail)…

An email from a family member for no real reason other than to say “howdy.”

A handshake. A bowl of cereal.. Coffee and paper in the morning..

A fine, fine derriere… A base hit at age fitty-five…

Turning on the AC in the “Green Hornet” AND IT WORKS.

Sitting here, typing. Going to MySpace and seeing over 20 people actually came here.

Blue skies. The moon. Watching a storm from indoors. A four inch snow (on a day off.)

A fire in the fireplace. A spin to see Christmas lights. People dressed in Holiday attire – any holiday.

A clerk who’s genuine. Hearing someone enjoy the moment.

Listening to someone very funny, where it comes naturally for them. Hearing people speak with passion – the kind where it’s almost as if they’ve grabbed the shirt collar of the one they’re talking to as if to say “now listen here Mister.” Passion, ya gotta love it.

I’m moved by much. I’m moved by little (things). Moved is good.

What floats your boat? Can you envision your own list? Mebbe next time one of your “moves” pops up, you can have an extra grin about it. Take a breath and think to yourself, F’in A Ray – life, it’s good!

Loveaya… you move me… Victurd.