So a very close friend told me that my "About Me" section was getting stale and rusty, and that I should give it a renovation. I told her, "what? how could that section be any more me?" I told her I would think about it and I have. Looking at what I wrote--she's pretty flippin' right. It's all about changing, growing, new beginnings, and new memories. Though, it isn't the memories that make a person. It's what they do in the present, after they wake up each day in those moments of life as they're happening--and why they're doing it. Stories and histories will paint a pretty picture but do not tell the why and real who of each person's identity. You have to find out what they're made of and just as important, what kind of person they're trying with all their heart to be. Anyway, so I decided I'm going to add to the glimpses of me-- and then try to put my heart, who i am, in words. Wish me luck.
Me? The essence of who one is can only be seen in random clips and glimpses for no one is truly complete, nor are they ever the same at any given moment....Late nights, long rides, the stars over the mountains, smoothies and pina coladas. Pizza for breakfast, sunrise and sunset with rain in between, a walk under trees, a breeze from the beach. Lemonade any day, milk and cookies, a night with friends, films that move. A soft hand on the face, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, staring into wide eyes. Singing and dancing in the shower, showers in the dark and outside, long talks in cars with the radio on. Thunderstorms and lightening, playing in the downpour, a few days with no power, candles and monopoly and stories. Swimming in lakes and pools, forget the clothes, try new things each day, music always drifting in your mind. Deep conversations, empty dark buildings, streaking and running, scrambled eggs with cheese. Family dinners, holiday feasts, thanksgiving football, seeing someone who loves you, loving someone you see. Breathing clear fresh air, smelling the fragrance of hair, cheek to soft cheek, naps with friends. Canoe rides by moonlight, reliving memories by the fire, crazy roadtrips, the Diner at 3:27 a.m. Nights alone reading or thinking, church and sabbath songs, sleeping bags and early mornings, smelling roses or coffee or pine tree bark. Poker with the guys and doing stupid stuff with friends, oh so wonderful music mixes, sneaking out of 2nd floor windows. Looking for love, love at first sight, finding an adventure, taking that risk. Getting hurt, understanding yourself, trying not to hurt others, finding your way back after broken hearts and broken dreams. Telling one's story, thinking deep thoughts, dreaming great dreams, feeling alive, opening eyes wide open and seeing the world for what it is. Live to love, love to live, follow your heart and chase your dreams. Looking for Him every day with all your heart, soul, strength and mind--to the fullest with every fiber of your being...... There's more, always more, living and dying, sad sunsets of dying days, beautiful sunrises of new beginnings, new thoughts unfolding, dreams awakened, and the story of life flies through the clouds. Think, dream, love, and live. ~JLK
To Be Continued...
"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to the stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spirtual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is my symphony." ~William Henry Channing~
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