Midnight Rendezvous:

Your only necessities: you, your music, a car and the road. No need for a road map, for there is no real destination. Time does not exist, therefore a watch is useless. There are no limitations. It is uncertain exactly what you will get out of this and no telling where you will end up. Just know, tonight , the road is yours. You own the very gravel you travel on. It is the golden path to the unexpected, and only one thing is for certain... discovery lies in the horizon.

The music is the mood setter for this little rendezvous. You roll the windows down letting the moons light faintly illuminate the car. The wind blows thru your hair and in your face. You let your hand venture out and feel the wind beat briskly against it. You take a deep breath, taking in the moment, easing the restless mind and removing the mental clutter and worry of the days past. Tonight is about renewal.

The stars continue their game of hide n' seek into the wee hours, while the "cheshire cat" moon shines down, revealing the clouds that have decended to the earth..a misty fog. There is such a sense of freedom on such night drives; an invigorating, almost overwhelmingly free feeling...like you are flying...

Your mind begins to wander. A vast array of thoughts flood in. Thoughts of life, love, loneliness, togetherness, the past, the present and the unknown future. These thoughts whether happy or sad are the motivational tools for your life... No matter the problems, the stresses and worries to be had and overcome, they have no affect on you at this moment. For in these moments that pass, all things seem right and well. And as you drive off into the fading night...a new day is just beginning.

*Originally written March 2008

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"Memories Fill The Empty Spaces"

 

Sitting curled up on the couch, Her Daniel Steele novel tossed carelessly aside. She sits, deep in thought. The emptiness of the room soon envelopes her; causing her thoughts to stray back to just a few hours earlier. When the room was filled with laughter & lively conversation, with the sighs, sounds of kisses & passionate play.

Scanning the empty room; eyeing the remnants of moments. Wine glasses sitting half empty on the coffee table next to an empty bottle of Pinot Grigio. Half eaten Chinese take out left out on the kitchen counter & the movie menu for An Affair To Remember, forgotten, & playing repeatedly in the background. The sad melody, only half drowned out by the pitter patter of the rain beating against the windows.

Chills run down her spine, she gathers her sweater around her for warmth & stares longingly out across the room. His warmth has left her, the quick, rhythmic beating of her heart has since subsided. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply & for a split second she can smell him. But, he's been gone awhile now, only memories of the time remain & the faint scent of his cologne that lingers still.

They STILL DO....

Today,  my wonderful parents are celebrating their 26th wedding anniversary. I'm so blessed to say that in spite of the obstacles they've faced in this life, they've still managed to grasp and hold on to what I believe, for them, will be a forever love. To be truly in it together for the long haul, for better or for worse, the good times and the bad times. thru thick and thin, in sickness and in health. 26 years together and still going strong. Still head over heels. I can only hope I'm as lucky....

My parents have been through a lot together and through it all, their affections and respect have only grown over the years. It hasn't always been easy, there have been times, i'm sure,  when they felt like throwing in the towel. But they didn't. That being said, they could not have gone the distance they have alone. I don't think there's any  reason other then by the grace of God that my parents have had a succsessful marriage thus far. There's this triangle diagram (below) a simple concept I learned in church, a concept my mom's repeated to me on many occasions: In a marriage: If you both, as individuals, move toward God, as your relationship with Him matures and becomes more intimate. You will find that you will also have a closer, more intimate relationship with your spouse. b/c you have a common goal. God. I seen this first hand in the lives of my parents.

It's a true statement when one says that marriage takes work and a truer statement when one says a marriage takes...God.

*Wishing my parents a happy, blessed anniversary and many more! 

(Sources)
Marriage Triangle - Google Image Search

Love Is Comic - http://www.gocomics.com/loveis

Letters To Sofia:

 

A young mother sits, a box of crinkled, yellowed papers before her.
All those years, so many letters. so many memories, so much love.
She sits and reads the letters written to her by her mother.
discreetly wiping the tears from her eyes...


She sits, remembering her mother and the gentle person she was.
Now she takes out sheet of paper & begins to write
She looks out the window, Smiling as she watches her little one play


Her little angel, with auburn locks glimmering in the summer sun.
Her tiny hands toss and drop a bright red ball.
Her little feet scamper across the lawn to catch it.


She continues writing, her heart jumbled with emotions.
Looking up, she stops to feel the warm breeze across her face,
Like the warmth of her mothers hands when they once held her close.


She finishes her letter, seals it with a kiss.
and places it in a newly painted pink box,
Joining a few other letters that have come before it.


Slowly, she makes her way outside,
Still watching her little girl laugh and play.
She pauses a moment to pick a tiny flower growing on a bush,
Picks off the petals and sighs quietly. So many memories...


The little girl sees her mother and smiles.
A beaming smile this mother would never forget,
She watches her little girl run toward her with open arms.
She falls to knees, laughing, and gathers her daughter in her arms.
Cradling her, rocking back and forth, as her daughters laughter fills the air.

Spanish Steps

 

Her table by the window at El Cafe' Salambo was perfectly positioned for taking in the view of the lively streets of Grácia. She was intoxicated, not by the wine glass in her hand but by the people and the fervor they portrayed in life, the arts and love. Sipping slowing,  she stared. Taking in the scenery; her eyes never leaving the streets. She could hear the faint sound of the spanish guitar, it's beautiful melody followed by rhytmic clapping. Flamenco music. At the far corner of the square, among the crowds of people, a woman danced. Entranced, she left the cafe' and ventured towards the music. she saw her. A woman, with hair black as the raven, swept into a bun.with  a single rose behind her ear and a black dress that clung perfectly and swayed gracefully then violently as she turned. Her eyes piercing and her movements fluid and strong. It was as if she had ventured into a place no one could follow, exhibiting a feeling no one could understand. The concentration she displayed was intriguing, There was such amazing grace and power. A few little girls began a dance of their own, giggling, trying to mimic the beautiful dancer. A man selling flowers placed tiny flowers in their hair. They jumped and smiled in excitement. All too soon, the music stopped and the crowd broke away, she stayed there a few minutes more to watch the woman and the musicians pack away their instruments. then they were gone. Disappearing like ghosts into the crowded streets. Leaving behind only the memory of the music.