Have I ever mentioned the dream I had a few years ago in which one of my dearest friends and I sat on a couch snuggled under a hand-crocheted afghan eating ravioli out of cans and watching cartoons on t.v.? That particular dream scene has been etched into my memory for nearly three years now.
I find myself thinking about it from time to time. To me, it represents the ultimate in comfort. The life-long friendship. The hand-made blanket. The comfort food. There's a peace there that warms me, even in my memory.
I'm thinking about it this morning. Obviously. I spent yesterday afternoon with a friend of mine who is from Spain. At one point we ended up talking about Saved by the Bell and how we used to watch it after school and tried to mimic the hair and clothing styles from the show. Who would have thought that separated by the Atlantic Ocean, we each shared an experience that would years later create a bond? Shall we all salute Zach Morris now?
I pulled out some photographs from high school and shared a few pictures of me at different stages in my life. Then I saw some similar photos from Spain. Sitting on my couch--hip to hip with another human--talking about the nuts and bolts that make life what it is filled me with such an intense gratitude that I cannot completely explain.
It was just like, well, "this is what life is all about." A shared experience brought about an amazing connection with another person. It was comfortable. It was amazing. It was fantastic.
I was intensely aware that this was a moment. You know what I mean. The kind of moment that I will pull from the recesses of my memory when I am 83 years old and smile. What amazed me most, though, was that for once, I was cognizant of the fact that the moment was exactly what it was supposed to be. Right then. Whether I have the chance to experience it again with that person or with someone else is irrelevant. Some pieces of life are best left in their rightful, temporary place.
It was there. It was then. It is over. Now it is safely tucked away in my mental photo album.
Remember the time I felt such gratitude for my life during yoga class? I'm feeling that again this morning. I can't think of a better day to feel this way. Happy Easter!
I find myself thinking about it from time to time. To me, it represents the ultimate in comfort. The life-long friendship. The hand-made blanket. The comfort food. There's a peace there that warms me, even in my memory.
I'm thinking about it this morning. Obviously. I spent yesterday afternoon with a friend of mine who is from Spain. At one point we ended up talking about Saved by the Bell and how we used to watch it after school and tried to mimic the hair and clothing styles from the show. Who would have thought that separated by the Atlantic Ocean, we each shared an experience that would years later create a bond? Shall we all salute Zach Morris now?
I pulled out some photographs from high school and shared a few pictures of me at different stages in my life. Then I saw some similar photos from Spain. Sitting on my couch--hip to hip with another human--talking about the nuts and bolts that make life what it is filled me with such an intense gratitude that I cannot completely explain.
It was just like, well, "this is what life is all about." A shared experience brought about an amazing connection with another person. It was comfortable. It was amazing. It was fantastic.
I was intensely aware that this was a moment. You know what I mean. The kind of moment that I will pull from the recesses of my memory when I am 83 years old and smile. What amazed me most, though, was that for once, I was cognizant of the fact that the moment was exactly what it was supposed to be. Right then. Whether I have the chance to experience it again with that person or with someone else is irrelevant. Some pieces of life are best left in their rightful, temporary place.
It was there. It was then. It is over. Now it is safely tucked away in my mental photo album.
Remember the time I felt such gratitude for my life during yoga class? I'm feeling that again this morning. I can't think of a better day to feel this way. Happy Easter!
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