What particulars about a series of circumstances evokes emotion?
For example: Someone spills coffee on your purse at church, ironically on the day you wondered, as you carried your own coffee into the sanctuary, how often coffee is spilled inside? If said person, obviously in the row behind you, had bent forward to tap you on the shoulder an apologize for the spilled java, all would be well. However, to simply let you grab the soaked handle of your tote at the service's end only to rapidly release said handle, smell your hand, and wrinkle your nose in disgust...well, that is simply unchristian! Okay, so perhaps I'm overreacting, but still! A decent person, especially in church, would have apologized. Could I throw the offender a bone? Sure. Maybe s/he didn't know about the spilled beverage...still though...that would mean that the person doesn't pick up after him/herself and/or is environmentally slovenly. So...
Yet, perhaps this is too judgmental for a Sunday afternoon?
Other emotions: why does a song have the power to inspire hope? I have had some incredibly powerful, endorphine charged, and uplifting runs lately: listening to the harmony of my breath, birds, bugs, wind (the music of the night, if you will), directed under the light of a harvest moon, set to the tempo of my pace as my feet strike the path. Also I have listened to songs that tell me "Give me your eyes, I will change what you see...but your soul you must keep totally free..."
Well, I am free, that is for certain. And what a glorious feeling it is to be free in spirit and soul; especially as an introspective, independent woman. Yet, if it is such a delight, why then do I have moments of deep longing and thoughts of regret?
What is it that I miss? Knowing that I have been loved for me? The depth and breadth of conversation? Touch? Or, could it simply be, that I am mourning the loss of a dearest friend? I think that is it. To have such open and honest dialogue with someone for years only to have that flow abruptly stop. It is jarring.
And so, a new journey. Objective: To write my anthem of hope. With so many opportunities around for inspiration (lyrics, melodies, memories, the beauty of the season and the people I see everyday) how can one stay in mourning? I will persevere with head held high
A taste of inspiration:
