Living In the Moment

Dear Magic, I have witnessed you many times in my life. But you do keep me guessing. You always hold out until the very last minute. Just before I hit my breaking point. I wait. Then I wait some more. The phone does not ring when expected. The decision never comes on the day promised. The results take longer than guaranteed. The worry sets in. The doubt becomes greater. Confident assumptions lessen. Conclusions are questionable. Opinions seem unrealistic. Suspicions feel more real. Fooliness begins to creep in. Then the magic happens. Always.  

Dear Fear, You have been the driving force behind my toughest choices. Afraid I was not ready. Not qualified. Not strong enough. Not worthy. Holding me back. Stifling me. Keeping me in my comfort zone. Being my worst critic. Telling me I was not good enough, smart enough or attractive enough. Reminding me of who I used to be. Failing to realize I have grown. I listen to my positive voice and dim yours. I hear mumbling and realize you have not been silenced. I feel your presence, but know how to distance you. Strength sits in your place now. Confidence needs to also dominate over your voice. That day is in view.  

Dear Sky, You have watched over me. Your morning sun blinds me while driving. Your moon shines a pathway to the heavens over the water. You make me realize how small I am in this life. Each new day begins with your light and ends with your shadows. I find myself looking upward towards you for answers. Different weather patterns fall from you. Rain. Sleet. Snow. Your sunshine brings joy to all. Your warmth leads us outdoors to enjoy nature. I am glad that as I age I seem to appreciate all that surrounds me, the sky being ever present.

PRINCE  1958 - 2016 Singer Song-Writer Multi-Instrumentalist Record Producer Actor Film Director Innovator  Gone Too Soon ...

Dear Reflection, I have to admit I have not always been a great supporter. It took me a long while to like your  unconventional nose, your dimple and a half, freckles and round face. Broad shoulders. Larger frame. When I was younger, I would zone in on my looks in a cynical way. As I age, I try and find the oneness. Uniqueness. I may not like the changes but I am accepting them. It is what makes me who I am. This is not a love letter, but I am beginning to like you more. I am growing into a more mature me. Hopefully an enlightened one.

Dear Money, Although we need you to live, I do feel we need to develop a better understanding of each other. I do keep track of where you go, other times I wonder. You have been made, paid, given, transferred, deposited, withdrawn and argued about. Thoughts of needing more of you. Thoughts of wanting to give more to charity. Normalcy. Steadiness. Changing careers to change your flow. My hope is that you become more stable. Only choices I can make. To better myself. To better the both of us.

Dear Kindness, You were there when the woman infront of me paid for my iced coffee. There when I reached out to a friend that was hurting. You are there when I need to find the right words, when there aren't any. When I feel compassionate. Empathy. Understanding. When I want to be who I truly am without judgement. When I approach a difficult situation. When the world is unkind. When I know I need to rise above. What I know for sure is, I want to walk this life with you beside me.

Dear Family, I would love to tell you so many stories. Ones you have not heard. How grateful I am for the family that surrounds us. Hearing a story from you that I had never heard before. How I enjoy hearing of relatives that have left us. The heartaches, the lowest moments, the smaller achievements that only I know of. The late nights that tears appear. The early mornings that bring back the greatest of memories. When I hear a song that brings me back in time. Where my mind goes when I see nature at its best. How I believe in the smallest of gestures. How I wish I could change my future years with him still in my life. The moments I spend at the local pond, finding answers. How I crave the ocean after long Winter months. How the aroma of a holiday dish transcends me back to childhood. My belief that I will find my niche in the world. How I feel when I hold a camera or when I am writing. The rush I feel while having a great conversation. How I enjoy the first cup of coffee to s...

Dear Legs, You are a part of my body that I am not ashamed of. That took courage to say. You are muscular. You move me forward. One step at a time.  You have held me up since my first steps. You have helped me onto buses, trains and airplanes. Have helped me learn to rollerskate, ski, play baseball and basketball. You stayed strong when I was cheerleader, and when I joined a gym. You have let me know when a pair of sandals were not the best choice. You have had a few pulled tendons, scratches and scars. You have been tanned, moisturized and shaved over the years. You have been hidden under jeans and dress pants. I have shown you in shorts. Please stay healthy. You still have many places to carry me.