Ebb and flow
Decisions of love
Brings a tide of emotion
A hindrance to
Progress of personal ambition
Brings foam to smother the emotion
For being imbalanced
Love of self begins to grow
The tide recedes
In the sand
Small holes of opportunity
Appear to either
Fill the void again or
Keep the feelings at bay
What will the tide bring next?
It was bright. She remembered that her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light and that was why it hurt to look around. After a moment, she moved forward. She could see a patch of green ahead and it seemed much more inviting than the dark where she had come from. It had been cold there and she felt instinctively that she would feel better where it was warm.
The green she saw was flooded with the light that had caused the discomfort for her eyes. They had adjusted now and felt much better even though she was drawing nearer the source of the gleam. She walked out of the shadow of a tree line onto a large open field. Green grass and plants completely filled the area and the light, that brilliant glow, encompassed the entire expanse.
As he pulled into the driveway, Charlie breathed a sigh. He often gave this exhale of breath when he arrived home, but it wasn’t the arrival that relaxed him. No, there was a visceral relief he felt knowing there would be no torment waiting for him inside the house. He pushed the button for the garage door and watched as the great white behemoth rolled upward.
Jeanette had seemed bigger than life when they first met. She was full of energy and vitality and she had enthralled him. In her company every activity was an adventure. She was charming and witty, the life of parties. Her enthusiasm was contagious to most people it touched, and an evening spent in her company would leave him feeling a buzzing energy not usual to his more temperate demeanor.
She was tenacious. From the beginning, I liked that about her. When I thought for sure she wasn’t understanding what it was I was saying, she would persist until she figured it out. She moved with purpose and it seemed like she was constantly on the lookout for her next great adventure. She had fun and she explored. She knew I admired her spirit. I tried to tell her how I felt about her. How she inspired as well as frustrated. She didn’t need much of this, but I encouraged her to pursue her dreams. When she would talk about the right time, I would tell her there will never be a right time. You have to make now the time. To her credit, she did make now happen a lot.
care for pets
drive to location
conversations with family
drive to location
care for pets
care for children
care for self?
I am not who I once was. I am today who I was not yesterday. Tomorrow, I will be who I am not today. I hope.
Here it is. My very first post on my very first personal website. I don’t wish to make much of a fuss about it. I rather feel that these kind of ‘firsts’ are better enjoyed in retrospect. I’m not entirely sure how I will use this space, but I can say that, for now, I am just appreciating it for the thing that it is.
And so, let the retrospection begin!
I adore movies. Films are one of my regular delights. Next to books, movies are definitely my most pleasurable pastime. I can visualize someone or a group of someone’s writing the witty one-liners, the incomparable comebacks, and the vicious attack that can only be said by someone who is truly disturbing. My favorite type of film is a suspenseful thriller. The more intricate the story, the better. I drool over clever stories.
Unfortunately, suspenseful thrillers that are well done are not plentiful and so I find myself drawn to different genres here and there. A comedy I saw with Jack Nicholson has his character deliver a line that I have found lodged in my mind, I’m fairly certain, for all time. It is by far my favorite line because of content and context.
Dermott enjoyed his midday lunches. He had always found them to be one of the most appealing times of day. Especially, in the Spring when the weather wasn’t hot yet for Summer and not cold any longer for Winter. No, Spring was indeed the most capital of seasons and his lunches in the midst of it were marvelous.
Some time ago, never mind how long, Dermott decided that lunch time was to become a meal and opportunity to treat himself to the pleasure of formality. He also decided that regardless of what he prepared for the repast, he would determinedly invite friends and family to attend his event and enjoy the spontaneity of not requesting RSVP. See, without knowing who was to arrive for the midday adventure, he was forcing himself to rely on his available resources. In other words, he only used what he had on hand.
The day before Thanksgiving my Dad fell in love with a woman in Birmingham. We had been driving forever, it seemed, and had stopped for a much needed bathroom break at Arby’s off of Interstate 65 south. Before we climbed out of the truck we looked at one another and I said, “I don’t want to buy anything. I’m not hungry, are you?” He replied he wasn’t but even so we needed to utilize the facilities and decided to toss propriety out the window.
We looked rough. Driving does that to people. The drive starts clean and tidy, but after a few hours on the road folks just can’t help looking a bit wrangled. It had been an interesting day in a way that reminds me of a movie I saw not long ago. It started out pretty well, quickly turned into a mess, improved, and became messy again then finished a little flat.