2008

I don't think there's ever completion. To me this existence is a blend and a blur. Although I'm rather glad there's celebrations for certain things. Again, I made no resolutions. And I will make no predictions too. Well, I'm going to go out on a limb for this one: I predict I will not kiss Hilary Swank in 2009. This is the second time in a few days that I mentioned Hilary Swank in a blog. But, this is the only time I mentioned her this year. Last year (yesterday) for example I saw her in the movie P.S. I love you. For the longest time I was wondering why I was watching this movie when finally I just surrendered and watched it in its entirety. I was in the recline position and thought that I might be lucky enough to fall asleep. But no, I hung in there until it ended.  It left me hanging...as it should. In the end though, I felt glad for the mother. Even now, I'm wondering if she'll ever hook up with that man in Ireland. Eventually a sequel will be made and I may find out. This morning while walking the dogs by the creek I caught a glimpse of a scene so remarkable that I was mad that I didn't have a camera with me. There was this chilly cloud like mist  coming off the creek.  And then I thought, no, this is my moment, my scene, my awe and my gratitude to God. And if I made any attempt to capture it and replay it for you, it would never be the same. So I took it all in. And the air was so cold as it got sucked into my nostrils and filled my lungs I was overwhelmed by this first real recognition of my day. And now I'm glad I was awake to feel and see it. The shift is always on. Reinventing.