I walk through the french doors to my balcony and feel the beach breeze about me. It was the kind of touch like a whispering breath that sweetly swept by me and told me a secret. It was fleeting but profound, this wind, and in its voice I heard peace was mine. Relief. I sip the last drops of coffee which I decided to drink black. I felt empowered after that, mostly because of that phrase "you're only as strong as your strongest coffee", yet, today I am a little bit fuller all around. I step back inside to the smell of slightly burnt toast and coffee grinds. All around me are things I like (I believe in surrounding yourself with the nouns that you love), old journals jogging my memory of well, me, the color pink, Mary-Kate on the cover of Marie Claire which is somehow inspiring probably (for a quick examples sake) because Mary-Kate is the classy version of the girl who can wear chanel and unbrushed hair like I do, so really, I'm just feeling better about myself. I see my favorite book called Gift from the Sea, and it's phrases like these that won't leave me: relationship is not strangled by claims. Intimacy is tempered by lightness of touch. We have moved through our day like dancers, not needing to touch more than lightly because we were instinctively moving to the same rhythm. A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built on some of the same rules. The partners to not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but gay and swift and free, like a country dance of Mozart's. To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the movement, to check the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding. There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand; only the barest touch in passing. Now arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back-- it does not matter which. Because they know they are partners moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together, and being invisibly nourished by it (pages 101-102).
Love comes as easily as the breeze. I could sit here and list the contradicting points to my said phrase, like a persuasive speaker on a debate team addresses all counteractive angles for the win of an argument, nor am I copping out of the opportunity to think and prove that I can debate sides, but I'd like to keep "Love comes as easily as the breeze" in it's truest form. It is possible for a pattern to be established and for these fleeting moments to be what we look forward to and what we remember mostly about the journey. Such is life in other regards. Think business, the interview, the phonecall, the first day, the awkward coworker that you learn to get along with, the day you got a promotion, and all of the in-betweens are groups of hours you spend planning and working and losing sleep (and eating crappy tv dinners and pb&j's) to get there. Yet, when that brisk moment happens, when that touch of glory comes, all that is highlighted in your memory is the day you exhale. The day you meet your destiny is suddenly worth all of the times you asked yourself am I crazy? The moment he holds your hand because he loves you is worth all the days apart. The time that you are no longer on the brink of your hopes, but you are basking in the gratitude of making it thus far. These are the moments worth fighting for. These are the days we pay minutes for. These are the breezes that catch us off guard in the morning when we hope today's a little different. The times of inspiration are few and far between for most nine to fivers, but we must remember that we are in control of today, we can let the breeze touch us and reignite the passion inside of us to live for more, even if it's just a little more hope that today is one day closer to everything we want to be. Living not just for more, but with more inspiration that may and I say may to hone in on the high possibility that living with more inspiration may give you an idea to jump start a culture all your own, a business idea you foresee maybe unleashed a little sooner because you let yourself breathe and think. We in America mustn't forget that we are able to go grab our futures. As new creations, we mustn't neglect the word of God which states in 1 Corinthians 3:22, "...The whole world and life and death; the present and the future. Everything belongs to you, and you belong to Christ, and Christ belongs to God." Let's be transformed by that refreshing breeze of truth. Let's live a little lighter today as we dance through our days, and realize those moments we've been longing for will come to meet us, as long as we keep moving.
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