Is there anyone out in the world that isn’t thinking about what they have done in the past year? Is there anyone out in the world who doesn’t care a bit about how they have spent a year of their life? I can’t help but wonder if I care too much. Looking back I wonder have I done enough? I see growth in everything and everyone. My children mostly of course, each one slowly but certainly “growing up”. The faces of my babies are turning into faces of my future kids. The one’s who are are going to tell me that what I think is so “old school” and that I “just don’t understand”. LOL
I was one of those faces. It is simply profound to realize that I was them and they one day will be me. Beauty comes in all kinds of forms. Beauty comes when one may think it’s a tear.
Again I ask…. “have I done enough?”. I am at the stage in my life that I am aware of every move. Is there anyone out there that knows what I mean? Every move seems to count for three steps instead of one. Every move seems to matter like stitches in a cut hand. These moves will make all the difference. These moves are the ones that will carry me to a still place of confidence that will one day carry me out of this world.
I find that I at the end of the year I reshape my dreams. My dreams that have scrambled and scurried –season after season– until they were achieved or ignored or simply put aside. I find that at the end of the year I yearn to “understand” more, maybe less, or even maybe everything.
I sometimes find my head in my hands thinking ou tloud. I sometimes find my mouth in my heart shouting to my gut. I know I am here standing on the ground. I know I am here watching all this “life” around me, but I can’t help myself. I sometimes sit in the sunlight of my journey and feel the beams all around me, massaging every letter of every word, of every sentence, of every thought. I sometimes think that my thoughts are simply a dream.
Row Row Row Your Boat Simply Down The Stream
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily Life Is Just A