I am grateful for all the memories I’ve made…
all the memories made over all these many years….
From the ones that make me light up with laughter
To the ones that bring me to tears.
I am grateful for all the memories I’ve made…
all the memories made over all these many years….
From the ones that make me light up with laughter
To the ones that bring me to tears.
May we be blessed to think
as we interact with people along the way…
what kind of tomorrow’s memory
will we be making with them today.
As we pack up our house and prepare to move…
boxing up items we hold dear…
I have to smile everyone and then
when I think of all the memories we’ve made here.
40 years of memories created with friends and family
memories that once formed…
only our minds can hear, touch, taste and see.
Memories are so amazing…for they can never be one-sided…
because every memory make together is easily divided…
Because while making a memory…through different eyes we see…
meaning we each take away a similar yet slightly different version
of that same memory.
Meaning there’s no way to tell how many memories…large or small
once they’ve been made together in this house
are actually painted on these walls.
Another amazing fact about memories…is how they are abstract…
because wherever we may go in life…they’re already packed.
And since they’re always with us…neatly nestled in our mind
easy to recall…
we can take our memories with us while at the same time
leave them painted on these walls.
Which means wherever we may go in life…
wherever we choose to roam…
our old memories will mix with our new ones
in a place they both call home.
I am grateful for those who have the ability
without preparation, coaching or training
to bring the sunshine with them…
even…when it’s raining.
May we be blessed…
To take our cue each morning from the sun
and greet each day with gentleness and grace…
then go out and have some fun
From the moment we could think…and looked out on the Earth and stars
we have searched for answers from the universe…as to who…and why…we are.
Before we knew some of the answers…before we were better informed…
we created stories in our minds…that’s how myths were formed.
The other morning walking along the beach…as often is our plan
I noticed there along the shore…a solitary fisherman.
With only a rod and reel…no kind of bait with him…not one…
It looked to me like this lonely fisherman
was trying to catch the sun.
I watched him cast his line and saw him hook the sun…
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
because as he reeled in his line…the sun began to rise.
Everything I thought I knew about the sun…
was changing right before my eyes…
because the more he reeled in his line…
the higher the sun would rise.
When the sun was up and rising on its own…
having broken through the dawn
I looked along the shoreline…and the fisherman…was gone.
Had I just watched a normal sunrise…or perhaps…instead
was all this just a myth…created in my head.
In a world where science has many answers…
as to the world we’re dealing with…
I like to think there’s still some room…
for a little imagination…a little myth.
And perhaps when it comes to reality and myth…
a little compromising…
Because I like the ida….of a lonely fisherman
whose job every morning…
is to make sure the sun is rising.
May we one day come to truly understand and find
the beauty in everyone created…
and may we further understand what creates that beauty
is how we’re all related.
And the only way this beauty…
can ever be perfected…
is when we come to understand
how by this beauty…we are all connected.