Thirty minutes til work bell… I gotta type this, transfer it over to blog & Myspace.. go smoke a cig…… Yikes!
As in “who cares”, but Saturday, I had onea them ‘guttural’ moments… back at my great nephew’s football stadium… great kid… our family has just kinda become unwoven ‘thanks’ to too many deaths… too many weird circumstances…
In a millisecond, my heart went back to…… my mind envisioned…. the feel went thru my body… of when everything was “right.”
The world’s biggest wimp, me, simply cried as I stood alone over in the smoking area… I’d hear the kid’s name announced for a tackle – and the mems were there… he and his grandma – bright eyed, she so proud… I cried.. a good cry.. Feeling… guttural…
I just feel (thank goodness) that if one doesn’t feel, if one doesn’t have a moment where they ‘breakdown’, reflect, thank, re-envision… shake… eye moisture… smile… then the hell is the use in being here.
Shit does happen. Shit can’t shake the memories of good though… Good is etched for’er. You can take away my eyesight, but you’ll never dislodge the visions/good of yesteryear..
Crying… shaking… everything around emitting emotion.. . thanks oh Lord.. for I have felt.. and to have felt, I’ve lived.. and to have lived, I’ve loved. And for that I am thankful too.. .
At times life is akin to a reel to reel tape….. snaps… just when it was going good…
Back soon…….. got some splicin’ to do……. Happy Tuesday, love, Victurd
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