i keep opening my doors and life keeps getting in. it blows in with the autumn winds and sits still with the heat of summer and sneaks silently through the keyhole, dragging moonlight with it, waking me, tapping me on my sleeping shoulders, whispering i should get up, there are stars out there waiting for a waltz, music is playing, get up, get up. sometimes i do. life understands when i don't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~life leaves gifts everywhere. it is messy and the packages are hastily wrapped, the look here messages scrawled in shadows. life says hey, your cat is on the neighbor's roof, and listen to that yowling, is that not the best yowl you've ever heard? life says taste this tomato, taste it warm right from the earth, let the juices dribble down your chin and dear god, but isn't this the best tomato ever? life says there's a flower blooming in the night, it will be open for your pleasure until morning's light, and look at those petals, white against the darkness - isn't that the best blossom ever? life says inhale. life also says your mother is dying, take her hand and remember her eyes, it will be all right, there are secrets i'm not telling you yet. life says you may feel penniless, but walk into the day, the sun is waiting with arms wide open, free for the taking. life says exhale.
it is kelly's 50th birthday today and for her party she asked for life to be celebrated. she asked how do you do it and what does it look like? it looks like the everyday, i thought. it looks like fallen flower petals and it looks like rain. it looks like the sounds the birds make at dawn. it looks like the aisle of the grocery store when a song i love suddenly begins to play overhead, and i cannot help but dance a little dance. it looks like a sigh, a kiss, an unmade bed. it looks like cheerios in a white bowl with a bit of silence on the side. it looks like your team winning, but it also looks like your team just playing the game for the joy of playing.
it looks like a plain vanilla cupcake in white paper, a dance with the wind, pink toenails, warm socks. it looks like jalapeños with breakfast and silver paint on the walls. it looks like a fire against the cold of winter, and a deep lake cool against a summer sky and it sounds like steve earle and bob dylan and sometimes taylor swift. it looks like chick flicks and books that make you cry and all the candles blown out on the first try.
it is all the stuff you forget so easily and all the stuff you can never forget. it is the cat racing across this keyboard, leaving numbers and symbols typed across the screen, yowling a happy birthday. is that not the best yowl ever?
kelly is here with a gift of words and wisdom for you all.
please stop by and wish her the happiest of happy birthdays.
this post is part of her celebration.