Moments not quite complete, not quite empty, full of experiences that I remember while others may have chosen to forget or neglect.
These flashes of in between spaces make up places, times and seasons of risks taken, on purpose most, some by accident accenting many shades of flavor and ingredients spiced to perfection just for that moment….my moments shared with a few others.
Moments happen everyday, pleasant drops of rain or rays of the sunshine on these living moments awakening the heart to love in forms once not known possibilities pregnant with much more than what dreams are made of…memories are born.
No longer underestimating what I bring to the moments of encounter, humbly receiving what others have given and respecting the sweet essence of the sacred gift all shared in those moments lived.
What if a person treated touch as a precious action only to be indulged when the language of “in love” is spoken, heard and received.
What if looking into someone’s eyes past the point of a friendly gesture would be allowed only to get the attention of someone you want to know much deeper than surface, much longer than a lifetime.
What if tasting was seen as a sacred feast only to be had with the one who has captured your heart for eternity.
What if hearing the voice of the one you love was like a serenade, an offering given to you reminding you of a warm summer night experiencing the cool sprinkling of a beautiful fountain.
What if the fragrance of someone caught your attention devastating your senses with the fresh scent of baked cookies,
bacon, grits and eggs cooked to perfection; they smell like home.
Why not save the sensuality of the senses for the one who knows more about you than those who were the closest to you, that person makes you smile from your eyes to your cheeks and holds you through every hard time and every exuberant celebration.