It is with some difficulty that some of us turn this last page of the calendar. How could it have gone so fast,although some days seemed endless, while we waited for tomorrow to come.
How many things did we get to "check off" our lists and how many did we add? Yes, thank goodness that carry-overs are allowed!
How many special, dear people left our lives and how many wonderful, spectacular people added to our joy? Don't let us ever forget that every goodbye was once a hello.
How many headstands did we accomplish, mountains did we scale, books did we read, words did we pen?
Most of us will not have won a Giller Prize, set a world record (in anything!) or made a medical discovery. But still all our "little things", each step we took to our half-marathon, each photograph we took, each thing we said "no" to, have made us the person we are today on December 31st 2011.
Praise and celebrate each tear we've shed, each smile that lit our face, each lesson learned these last 365 days. We are today, because of them.
Cheers for a wonderful New Year's evening. Be well, be safe.
Showing posts with label endings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label endings. Show all posts
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
No longer an Act - 2
He was never one to shy away from finding love.
Many a girl had been twirled around the dance floor to his two-step. He fell in love nightly and with an open heart. He didn't cross boundaries but a girl felt that she had been flirted with, courted and wed all in one night. He knew the words to the songs and whispered them in tiny studded ears.
He knew when to speak softly and when to be center stage. A person couldn't help but fall for his ways, it would be pointless to resist. His back was slapped and a joke shared in countless encounters during an evening. He was a bit of candy wrapped in shiny foil.
You were surprised by the sheer size of his hands. They belonged on someone who was much taller and bigger. And though they had come in handy in many a misplaced playground scuffle, he had grown to be gentle with them.
And still he went home alone each night. It wasn't her fault, the woman with the curly hair and the flowered skirts, it was his time to go.
He is no one, he is every man, he is yet to have a name.
It seems that it was not the end.
He is no one, he is every man, he is yet to have a name. (Click to Tweet)
He was a bit of candy wrapped in shiny foil. (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
Many a girl had been twirled around the dance floor to his two-step. He fell in love nightly and with an open heart. He didn't cross boundaries but a girl felt that she had been flirted with, courted and wed all in one night. He knew the words to the songs and whispered them in tiny studded ears.
He knew when to speak softly and when to be center stage. A person couldn't help but fall for his ways, it would be pointless to resist. His back was slapped and a joke shared in countless encounters during an evening. He was a bit of candy wrapped in shiny foil.
You were surprised by the sheer size of his hands. They belonged on someone who was much taller and bigger. And though they had come in handy in many a misplaced playground scuffle, he had grown to be gentle with them.
And still he went home alone each night. It wasn't her fault, the woman with the curly hair and the flowered skirts, it was his time to go.
He is no one, he is every man, he is yet to have a name.
It seems that it was not the end.
He is no one, he is every man, he is yet to have a name. (Click to Tweet)
He was a bit of candy wrapped in shiny foil. (Click to Tweet)
For the rest of The Little Story, read here.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Door
who would have thought it would take so long
to finish the words of our final song
we thought we could make it
break it and retake it
but that isn't so.
there comes a time when hello will not do
when promises broken, things that are unspoken
are bigger than me and you.
and life must go on
so now goodbye (old lover, long ago friend)
may the angels help you
with what I could not.
for our journey has come to an end
say farewell to me and you
for I have been broken
with things that were spoken
and a new promise just will not do.
2005
to finish the words of our final song
we thought we could make it
break it and retake it
but that isn't so.
there comes a time when hello will not do
when promises broken, things that are unspoken
are bigger than me and you.
and life must go on
so now goodbye (old lover, long ago friend)
may the angels help you
with what I could not.
for our journey has come to an end
say farewell to me and you
for I have been broken
with things that were spoken
and a new promise just will not do.
2005
Friday, October 21, 2011
Bittersweet Tea Sisters
Plan on an extra long trip when you are with her.
She refused to make any left-hand turns due to an earlier painful experience.
Even though they were almost all wildly wrong, her stories were as colourful as some of her outfits.
She saw no good reason that striped or plaid did not 'go" with a floral.
And then she'd add a hat.
She saw in pictures, I saw in numbers
We always found our destination.
We were a contrary partnership for a short while,
and then one day our differences got too big.
She refused to make any left-hand turns due to an earlier painful experience.
Even though they were almost all wildly wrong, her stories were as colourful as some of her outfits.
She saw no good reason that striped or plaid did not 'go" with a floral.
And then she'd add a hat.
She saw in pictures, I saw in numbers
We always found our destination.
We were a contrary partnership for a short while,
and then one day our differences got too big.
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