Winter’s Chill of ’05

tree heart at the pondCold Winter 2005

I wrote this letter to a lost but never forgotten love – a love that at the time was failing, slipping away. I found it and other letters the two of us had shared while going through old files during my move. I felt like revisiting what it meant not in the moment that I wrote it, but more from a universal stand point that love like this never fails – we learn from the vision and possible false expectation we saw in the mirror and harness the true spirit of it… Life is for living and seeing love in the face of everything we come in contact with – I choose a life of love!

Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Sunrises to energize your soul,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,
Friendships to brighten your being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Faith so that you can believe,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
Knowledge to decipher and realize these possessions
And love to complete your life.

These last few weeks I have found it hard to breath, walk, think and laugh, but then a small child appeared on the street sidewalk with dreams and anticipation in her eyes and posture that leads her into the future where nothing is out of reach.

Again I see an early flower bud on a walk and Daffodils on a colleague’s desk that takes me back to childhood excitement of spring’s coming.

A familiar and all too real song plays on the radio and your laughing face appears before mine changing quickly to caring and your left hand is elevated to my right cheek, softening my eyes and causing my face position to tip inward toward yours.

These thoughts, visions and emotions blanket my comforting fall back to what is pure, true and blissful.
Your touch has caused me to forever have the capacity to find the balance extinguishing the inadequacies and doubts that so easily slip into a mind when life happens and distances are afar.
With this life you are here with me, always. As are the many others whom have shaped our lives, directed our paths, gripped our attention and challenged our minds.

How does the respect, honor and appreciation run out or become overlapped by timely affairs, deadlines and selfishness. It does when irresponsibility and diligence cease. Always make the time to do what is right there is always enough. Time passes, but your conscious is waiting on you to fulfill these inadequacies and regain true balance and purpose.

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