“And we laughed like my mother said she once did
With my father on his birthday
When they went swimming
And he took her hand into his
And he told her that he loved her
His words held meaning
How do we make these moments last?
How do we get them to stay?
When everything passes and time goes away…”
-rosie thomas, ‘time goes away’
the weekend was warm. delightful. sunlight on bare skin, flip-flops, windows down, people-watching, daydreaming…
i met up with old friends over coffee, saw my parents, thought a bit about valentine’s day, went to a movie at the Grove, and made a simple resolution.
and now it’s getting late, and i must fall asleep if i am to be awake enough in order to begin the work week tomorrow. driving to visit little children who wait for me, fight me, depend upon me, play with me, bring me into their little worlds so that i can share in and sprinkle out a bit of hope and laughter.
the lyrics and tunes of ms. Rosie Thomas are mesmerizing. her melodies haunting. her words make me yearn for something beautiful to be a part of my own life.
something beautiful i think i lost before. i think i had it at one time. and then, slowly, gradually, it slipped out of my grasp as i stepped out of my comfort zone and compromised my heart and my mind to complacency and selfishness. i’m wondering how to get it back, and how worthwhile ’tis to strive for it. once again.
so, like i said, i made a simple resolution. turning my face once again towards the sun, giving it permission to kiss my bare skin with warmth and light.