Some people will never forget this day. It will become etched as a memory, a milestone, a turning point, an ending, a beginning, a trial, a celebration. This new day, invisible in its potential and how it will play out, could hold a spark that sets afire a brand new relationship, an oppportunity, an idea. It could also hold an empty cup. Birth. Loss. Rebirth. Or something in between.
Dreams may be fulfilled.
Longing may be met with affirmation.
Tragedy may crash down heavily.
Thresholds may be crossed.
A gorgeous exotic fish may be caught......because we all know there are plenty of beautiful fish out there in that deep blue sea. It may be a day that will change your life. Who knows?
For some, the anticipation of this day holds hope. For some, it harbours gut busting intensity. For many, its just another day sliding and bumping into the next and the next and the next. No difference in texture. No difference is how it is seen nor how it is perceived. The freshness is off the bloom before the sun peaks over the horizon.
Resignation is just another word for apathy.
Serenity may visit. Sorrow too. On the same day. Today. Who knows?
Nervous energy may fill the air all around this day until it is time to relax, put our feet up with a sigh at the end of it. Love may beam through a crack when you're least expecting it. Or it may remain cloistered in a closet under a heap of discarded summer clothes until the search reveals it again.
Hmmmm.......love. Real or imagined? The gut feeling of love bleeds from the same heart valve. Sometimes though when you're really lucky, love can make the angels do the Highland Fling! Now that would be the best kind of love to gaze at. Such joy! Could this be the day when real love radiates with such brilliance that it tans the soul? Who knows?
Some people will never forget this day. The one before us that hasn't even stretched out its sleepy limbs yet. Grief may lift. Hurt may replace it. Or perhaps mercy. A softening of the heart that allows the memories sitting on the curtained windowsill gathering specks of dust to re-smile again. To be admired, relived, cherished. Pull open the drapes. Open the window. Let the breeze stream carry the grief away. Or, let it tickle the tears until they stop their flow. Maybe thats what this day will bring. Tears. Who knows. It hasn't started yet.
Or maybe you are an early early riser.....before the sun riser and your day has begun in a soup of rumination. In comtemplative prayer. In throwing the first load of laundry in the wash before "the day" really begins.
Hesitation from indecision may wrap around the heart of this day. We just don't know yet. Oh, sure we may have plans. We may have a FULL ON agenda that keeps our feet from touching the ground for too long, while we grab a slab of fast food wrapped in greasy paper to scarf down in one gulp........ no time, no time....... gotta get through this one! How often do we wish a day away even before dawn has arrived?
What is your vision of this day? How will it play out? Do we have a say in the way it flows? Are you someone who will never forget this day? Maybe it won't be one for the record books. Maybe this date won't matter in the long run. But surely, it is one to remember. It will never pass this way again.
N'encore jamais. Je veux me souvenirs aujourd'hui. No matter how it unfolds. I may not remember the events. What I will remember are the emotions stirred and felt.