Memories, Messages & Brilliant Gems

We walk alone and surrounded by others, is it loneliness or freedom? Is it isolation or solitude? Is it forlorn or nostalgic? It is the tiny sliver of life, those moments of no consequence that made an impact however miniscule or profound, memories that remain locked and loaded in the heart spaces. Memories inlaid like a brilliant gem perfectly set in your core, the location where life's lavishness as well as the harshness of living, lands, unloads, refines and rebuilds with an a sense of urgency and natural desire to replace bitterness with beauty, cruelty with compassion, the darkness with light constantly attempting to recreate a better version of itself. It is a spectacularly simple, a particular alchemy comprised of mangled, jagged rusty heavy metal, it melts into an angel-soft, strong, elegant element. It is precious and powerful, a perfect spot. It is the soul, more resilient and magnificent than a super hero!

Remembering times, someone made you feel so loved or important, special and super good about yourself in any manner? The silver sliver of an experience happened during a time you were not at your best and you felt more compelled to withdraw, lick your wounds maybe wallow in worrisome, brooding thoughts. Out of no where the opportunity to contribute to life with a simple gesture of respect. Someone communicates something kind and thoughtful, a dramatic yet subtle shift occurs, spirits and burdens are lifted that very moment and life is good.

Meanwhile, landmark day's like holiday's, anniversaries and birthdays bring to mind the monumental and quiet days and years past. Sad days, days that last forever and days we wish would never end are almost relived as we lose ourselves in the reverie of our own personal history, the good, grand, bad and ugly.

To translate what my heart wants to emit is like a passionate jazz pianist swaying, moving and grooving, sliding and gliding over the keys, from side to side barely able to contain himself. Almost spastically words pop-up on the surface of the screen letter by letter, words dance into a sentence, ideas, reflective points to be made, a lamentation, messages to share as thoughts hover overhead then plucked from memory banks where the movie trailers and tapes of our lives are screened repeatedly. The fleeting times filled with heart warming, heart wrenching, mind blowing, sweet, sad, rich moments. We can recall every detail (the way we remember it)  as priceless, painful, precious and provocative as life can be.

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