Quiet moments and idle thoughts over really good Italian espresso......
Early Easter morning and dusty orange sunlight slips between the shuttered blinds illuminating the dark corners of the bedroom. Thanks to years in military I'm awake to see the southern sunrise, again, sans an alarm. I carefully push back the warm flannel sheets, reach for my terrycloth robe and pad toward the kitchen. A cup of that rich, dark, sumptuous Italian elixir of life is just one stove top mocha pot away.
A cool spring breeze wafts across the rolling hills of North Alabama making the bright green tree tops dance and sway as I step out on the back porch. Soft yellow honeysuckle, snow white jasmine, and sprays of old fashioned red roses fill the fresh air with a heady perfume.Sipping my cup of espresso, surveying the quiet valley below, I have a little time to reflect, look inside, do some soul searching.
But not for the Grace of God, a little blind luck, people that love me and show it every day, and a strong inner drive I would be in a very, very, different place in life. Of this I'm certain. And for all of this, and more, I'm thankful.Today will be filled with family and friends, laughing children, warm hugs, lot's and lots of delicious Southern food, and contentment that only comes from knowing I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be in this journey called life.Pure peace.
My cup is empty.I savor the semi-sweet taste of those last few drops on the tip of my tongue and wrap myself in the fleeting solitude of the moment.Effortlessly I glide from one thought to another revisiting people, places, and events in my past. Lost in the reverie of the moment, I’m immobile, immersed, as an impatient sun pushes past the rise of the facing hilltop.
Energized by the sun the morning breeze stirs the edge of my robe making cool, unwanted, uncomfortable advances along the inside of my thigh, …….bringing me back.Another moment in time added to my personal archive.
Take time to enjoy the day.Tell someone you haven't spoken to in a while how much you’ve missed them. One of just " 101 Things You Need To Do Before You Go."
All the best to you and yours on this special day.Positive thoughts heading your way.......
I write because I enjoy it. I believe my writing is direct, honest, sometimes painfully so, and a reflection of my life's experiences. I sincerely hope you find something to enjoy in my writing too.
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Warm Regards,
Dutch
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Nice introductory self analytical peace Dutch. I found a bit of irony.
"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be in this journey called life. Pure peace.
My cup is empty."
I'm sure it was unintended. :) I read the figurative (pure peace) and juxtaposed that against the literal (my cup is empty) to come up with pure peace = an empty cup. LOL
I believe that an empty cup is an opportunity. An empty cup is a testament to the fullness one feels after having emptied the cup of its nourishment. Even if it is a bitter brew, an empty cup can represent accomplishment.
Rich in expression and full of emotion, your writing has great potential. I could sense you were writing from the heart.
You do raise an interesting question in my mind:
"But not for the Grace of God, a little blind luck, people that love me and show it every day, and a strong inner drive I would be in a very, very, different place in life."
Where is that place you would be were it not for love of self and family? I wonder... perhaps fodder for another writing?
Nice introductory self analytical peace Dutch. I found a bit of irony.
"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be in this journey called life. Pure peace.
My cup is empty."
I'm sure it was unintended. :) I read the figurative (pure peace) and juxtaposed that against the literal (my cup is empty) to come up with pure peace = an empty cup. LOL
I believe that an empty cup is an opportunity. An empty cup is a testament to the fullness one feels after having emptied the cup of its nourishment. Even if it is a bitter brew, an empty cup can represent accomplishment.
Rich in expression and full of emotion, your writing has great potential. I could sense you were writing from the heart.
You do raise an interesting question in my mind:
"But not for the Grace of God, a little blind luck, people that love me and show it every day, and a strong inner drive I would be in a very, very, different place in life."
Where is that place you would be were it not for love of self and family? I wonder... perhaps fodder for another writing?
life is a rough road, such a journey this is what i got from it. Made me sit and think about my life, what i am doing with mine, and am i living it right. enjoyed your story caused me to look back some at myself.
ah, your sense of brutal reality hits the reader full on. Clear imagery that compunds actual presence is a rare quality one doesn't often find in such things as this, well done, great read.
Ex-military, high tech, white collar country boy striving for that perfect balance between work and play, but not quite there.....;) Enjoy the smell of fresh cut hay, long distance Harley rides, fine.. more..