I thought I would share a few things with you nice people. In this wonderful modern society, even half-seconds of pure tranquility are a commodity so rare as to be coveted, but never hoarded. Instead, the value increases, I think, if they're shared, and I have two to share. One happened some time ago (much earlier this year) and the other, it happened today. Also have some good news of a more temporal(?) matter, which I shall also share.
First, what happened today. I was at Ashland Central Park, which in and of itself isn't peculiar on a Sunday afternoon. I spend the better part of every Sunday there. This particular day, I was stretched out on the bench of a picnic table, under a tree. I watched the sky as it passed on, through a small opening in the canopy of the trees. As I lay there watching the sky, a small leaf fell from the tree and began it's descent to the ground. I reached up and caught it, letting it fall into my hand. It was a very profound moment.
Now, back some time ago. I was in bed, and woke up, on my own, for no good reason at around 7:30am or so. I'd had the Moonlight Sonata playing on repeat on my computer in my room, the volume turned very low. When I woke up, I discovered that it was raining. Not heavily, but steady. It was very quiet except for the rain and the music, and unlike my usual mode of waking, I was in no way groggy, disoriented, or cantankerous. It was calm, peaceful, tranquil even. I laid there for about 30 minutes, just listening to everything, before I finally fell back to sleep.
These were some very Zen like moments for me, simple things with profound depth and meaning. I couldn't begin to explain what KIND of meaning, but that's because I think it's no more than that. Just profound in it's own simple way. It eases my heart when things like this happen. Brings a quiet calm that I'm very fond of having, and of sharing.
In more worldly (That's probably more what I was looking for) news, I got to see Tabbatha today. Yes, I know I'm rather hung on her, I know this and I accept this. Where she'd been away at School, I'd been in something of a melancholy, missing her horribly. Just seeing her today brought my spirits up to a much higher level. I know I talk a lot about appreciating a woman, but I very much think a man can't truly appreciate a woman until he's missed her for a spell. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying a man can't appreciate a woman otherwise, but to get that true depth, it takes a while apart.
Just smelling her hair was enough to light a fire. Holding her as we sat close together was more comforting than any drug, and feeling her lips pressing on mine, the tip of her tongue moving in that wonderful rondo with mine... that was pure heaven.
Of course I'm prime time in love with her. Maybe that has something to do with it.
Regardless, it's been a very deep, very profound day for me, and I very much consider Sunday the 28th of August, 2005 to be a day which wasn't wasted.
First, what happened today. I was at Ashland Central Park, which in and of itself isn't peculiar on a Sunday afternoon. I spend the better part of every Sunday there. This particular day, I was stretched out on the bench of a picnic table, under a tree. I watched the sky as it passed on, through a small opening in the canopy of the trees. As I lay there watching the sky, a small leaf fell from the tree and began it's descent to the ground. I reached up and caught it, letting it fall into my hand. It was a very profound moment.
Now, back some time ago. I was in bed, and woke up, on my own, for no good reason at around 7:30am or so. I'd had the Moonlight Sonata playing on repeat on my computer in my room, the volume turned very low. When I woke up, I discovered that it was raining. Not heavily, but steady. It was very quiet except for the rain and the music, and unlike my usual mode of waking, I was in no way groggy, disoriented, or cantankerous. It was calm, peaceful, tranquil even. I laid there for about 30 minutes, just listening to everything, before I finally fell back to sleep.
These were some very Zen like moments for me, simple things with profound depth and meaning. I couldn't begin to explain what KIND of meaning, but that's because I think it's no more than that. Just profound in it's own simple way. It eases my heart when things like this happen. Brings a quiet calm that I'm very fond of having, and of sharing.
In more worldly (That's probably more what I was looking for) news, I got to see Tabbatha today. Yes, I know I'm rather hung on her, I know this and I accept this. Where she'd been away at School, I'd been in something of a melancholy, missing her horribly. Just seeing her today brought my spirits up to a much higher level. I know I talk a lot about appreciating a woman, but I very much think a man can't truly appreciate a woman until he's missed her for a spell. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying a man can't appreciate a woman otherwise, but to get that true depth, it takes a while apart.
Just smelling her hair was enough to light a fire. Holding her as we sat close together was more comforting than any drug, and feeling her lips pressing on mine, the tip of her tongue moving in that wonderful rondo with mine... that was pure heaven.
Of course I'm prime time in love with her. Maybe that has something to do with it.
Regardless, it's been a very deep, very profound day for me, and I very much consider Sunday the 28th of August, 2005 to be a day which wasn't wasted.
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