Reworked Words…Lovers

In my haste to post my thoughts last night, I did not allow the words to marinate in my mind. With Flash Fiction, the writing may not be perfect, but the words are down – out of my monkey mind – and I can move on.

With the attacks yesterday in Brussels, thinking of my own brush with my mortality {realization that life is, indeed, short}, and couple that with thoughts on my lover….I wish I had restated. With that in mind, I slightly altered my post from yesterday {Lovers} and posted below.

So if only for myself, I want to rework the words I used yesterday and reflect on the events that so tragically touch each and every one of us.

{Reworked Watermark soon}

Prayers and Peace to you,

I’d like to say that it was I who remembered, but it was not. I’d like to say I marked the calendar every year, but I do not. My sweet husband is the one who notes the date, the anniversaries; it is he who keeps the numbers in line. I may be the heart of the home, but he is my rock. He is the one who can blow wind in my sails, who knows my heart, knows my soul. He may not always say the right thing, or do the right thing, but he is always the right thing for me.

Our anniversary, not wedding, but of our first date conjured these beauties. It seems sort of trivial, I suppose. I often forget; he never does. The date, as so many other numbers, are etched in his mind. This one – etched in his heart. He and I knew from the beginning. People say you don’t know, you can’t know, but we knew. We were both open to love. Open, receptiveness, is key for love to flourish.

He is my #BFF – my very best friend.

It’s honestly not all been roses, our relationship, but today it certainly was. My sweet husband, my sweet boys – we celebrated the small things. Another year together, another anniversary: Our Story continues.

We are not promised tomorrow. As I reflect on what this day means tome, and what this day means to people in the world touched by the senseless tragedy in Brussels, I am reminded of the paring down I doing in my life. The paring down of my words.

Creating Margin. Streamline.

Don’t waste resources: time, money, energy, love, heart – streamline, focus on what is important. Minimalism.

Carpe Diem.

‘Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May’ – Herrick

‘Do not go gentle into that dark night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’ – Thomas

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.

From Poets.org - public domain

~

Do not go gentle into that good night

**Two of my favorite poems**