This evening I took a walk and cleared my head.
I had no intention of creating clarity, but there was magic in the evening.
Walking down the street, headphones in ears,
I was reminded of how beautiful and peaceful the world is
If we only take a moment to pause to notice.
This is my favorite time of day, twilight.
The time when people have returned home from their days adventures.
They are settling in with their families for the night and beginning to make dinner.
The world is quiet and serene except for the sound of pots clinking in kitchens.
My favorite thing about this time of day, at this time of year, are the aromas in the air.
The flowers have all survived the heat of the day and are releasing their perfume into the ascending night. A house with its sprinklers on create the scents of freshly wetted earth and cooling pavement. I gaze up to see that the moon is just beginning to peek thru the blue of the sky, growing in intensity as the light fades to purple.
I love this time of day because it reminds me that I am alive;
That life is precious and that I should honor my body, my mind and my loved ones.
I walk past a bush of star jasmine and breathe in memories of my childhood.
Memories of timeless hours, of summers spent in the muddy waters of the Delta.
Waterlogged days followed by gusty evenings swirling with the scent of star jasmine and the sound of rustling palm trees dancing with the wind along the Milky Way.
Of peaceful nights on the water, where soft tongues lapped at the sides of the boat and
Country music traveled on the wind, rocking us to sleep as it fell into rhythm with the tide.
These memories are sacred.
They are of a time and a place unique to me and my family; a part of no one else’s history, a time I was to young to realize I’d one day miss.
For this reason I feel sad, an unrelenting melancholy over a time forever in my past.
And yet I can’t not feel gratitude.
Gratitude that the world chose to make me a part of this sacred experience and that I have three other precious souls to share it with.
Gratitude that its called to my memory now by the scent of jasmine swirling through the air as I walk along into the coming night.