Life is not set in concrete.. so CELEBRATE it!

I recently heard that scientists have calculated the odds of you being born. Yup.. they took into account wars, natural disasters, dinosaurs... and they determined that the odds of you being born, in the moment in time you were born, to the parents you were born to, with the DNA structure you have... is 1:400,000,000,000. One in four hundred trillion! Life is given... but life is also taken away.

We all changed the day it was taken away. We were on auto pilot. We NEVER ONCE thought it would happen to us. To us as family... to us as parents... to us as friends & teammates and buddy's and pals... to us as neighbors, community, fellow citizens... to us as living, breathing human beings.

When we are that age we are invincible... INVINCIBLE! There's nothing that can stop us - except, of course, ourselves. Our journey has yet to begin in a sense. It begins in numerous steps or stages. The impulse of life.. the pulse of life begins, well, some believe it begins with conception. Others believe it begins with birth. Whichever way, that is the beginning.
This incredible journey that we go on year by year.. month by month.. day by day, minute by minute, second by second. Where we go in that journey... what we do in that journey... is it by chance? Or is it by choice? Is it predetermined? Have scientists figured that out, too?

We are taken away in the blink of an eye - in a beat of your heart. What's left behind is unthinkable.. what's left behind is unfathomable. What's left behind is heartache and sorrow... and longing.

What we possess now are only memories.... but they are memories that breathe! They are memories that bring us joy! Memories that take our breath away... those are what we have... those are what we hold. Those moments in time that are survived in our minds, hearts and souls... Let's keep them alive with smiles. ... but we can also share the tears... the tears of what could have been... the tears of what should have been...

His actions always spoke that he did... Celebrate Life that is. That was always something I enjoyed about him. Optimism, a crazy fun sense of humor, a personality that was large and determined and open. He had admirers - people who wished they could be more like him - more free, less routine. Someone whose soul was always exploring. That's the kid I knew... that's the kid I'll always remember. I think he would have recommended that we ought to Live It, too...

Happy Birthday today, Beau Begier... rest in peace.

Comments

She's a little bit country. She's a little bit rock 'n' roll

I bought this piece from a guy named Jake. I saw it advertised and loved it, so I called him right away to inquire and we spoke about it for a few minutes. He owns a bike repair shop in Denver and didn't have the space for it anymore - I texted him the next day and what turned out to be the day after to reiterate my intentions. I really wanted it, but wasn't able to get up there till later in the week... would he hold it for me? Turns out I wasn't able to pick it up at all... and a week or two passed. Fortunately for me, when I texted him again, apologizing for my absence..and, was it still available, he said yes. I was really attracted to it's Mid-century modern shape. Jake (a cool, young dude with tattoos, a wild head of hair and a bushy beard) told Russ (who so kindly picked it up for me on his way home from work) that he had "painted it black a few years ago" as they worked together to load it into the truck. The thing is heavy...

Re- Purposeful

One of my recent projects has been a new frame for a gorgeous hand painted watercolor I bought when in Yuma for Christmas. My "Mom" (and friend), the fun and adorable Doris and I did a little shopping and had a blast! We were just out and about looking for "stuff"... I've been a closet junk shopper for a few decades now... I guess I first started hunting on my own when I was in my first year at WSU; around that time my friend Jackie introduced me to a gal who lived on her dorm floor. Her friend Jennifer collected vintage dresses and I recall thinking it was an interesting but odd thing to collect. I definitely didn't like the idea of wanting a closet full of musty old dresses... but I also remember the pride she had while showing off her marvelous collection. She told me she found her dresses at thrift stores and Estate sales. Hmmm! I rem...

The Psychology of the Fast Lane

Our world is taking us on a ride in the fast lane. Everything is a blur. We are in such a hurry to get to our destination that we don’t even take the time to look at the passing roadside anymore. We are in a race to get “there”, but really, where are we heading? A lot of times we get on the road and head right over to that left hand lane, even if we can’t get up to the required speed. Unknowingly, we slow down those behind us. It might be the lane that we think we want to be in; the lane we deserve to be in (?) without realizing what is expected while there? Perhaps those pages in the instruction manual were missing when we were handed the book? Not sure if life comes with an instruction manual? We probably didn’t all read the same book anyway? Over time, we learn the rules. Do we have what it takes? Would it be easier to avoid it all together? In general, we are all capable of being there, but we need to kn...

Welcome!

Search This Blog