Saturday, February 2, 2013
When the hands of time
evict the smile from the apartment building of your face.
When you get punched in the esophagus by a fist full of life
The human heart beats approximately 4,000 times per hour
And each pulse,
each palpitation is a trophy
engraved with the words
“You are still alive”
…So act like it
I'm sitting at a cafe, sipping pinot noir, feeling the 62 degree air whisper on my face and blow aside my hair.
A rose-bush is blooming, people are on first dates, others with their best friends, and some soaking in the sun beams that have decided to grace us with their presence.
I remember going to a cafe like this over 5 years ago, months after Michael's death. I despised that other's could laugh, love, and live with him not here.
But today is different. I am different. I allowed time to take its toll and place its blessing.
I can sit here and listen to the"trophy" that each beat of my heart gifts me with.
I can sit here and smile while acknowledging so.
I can sit here and be. And smile. And inhale all that surrounds me. And exhale with the happiness of being able to do so.
And I can say, I don't have to act like I'm still alive...but embrace it as the glorious action it is.