default_mobilelogo
  • Hits counter

    Today: 65
    This Month: 4878
    All time: 83550
  • Archives

  • Today, I Kissed the Face of God

    George standing in window naked looking upSomehow as I sit here alone, watching the sun set in the backyard with a slight drizzle of rain hitting the skylights above me, Kitty sitting on the table in front of the windows in front of me, both of us watching the peaceful color change. Tonight I identify with the satisfaction Kitty has always known. The room is filled with the scent of Stargazer lilies from a most extraordinary bouquet of exotic flowers sent to me by my friend Bill. I realize in this moment that I have obtained the bliss I have always dreamed. I have reached a remarkable moment of perfection in my existence. I am listening to the songs of Michael Bauble, Frank Sinatra and Ray Charles on Pandora.

    Today I jumped from a plane at 9,000 feet above the earth, above the clouds, where the sun was bight, as if from ancient ruins of Olympus. Then to freefell though a beautiful mist, to emerge from the clouds floating with grace and dignity to the earth as if suspended in a breath of time. As if I were in a remarkable ballet. My heart racing and adrenalin pumping, as I have not felt in years. To skid to a stop on the seat of my bum across a grassy knoll my body overwhelmed with an uncontrollable laughter. Today I have kissed the face of god and survived an amazing adventure.

    This evening I see how extraordinary I have lived my life, with which beauty I have created and surrounded my existence. As Kitty knows, from sitting for days on end, perched on that table, in that window, staring into that back yard; that this has become our paradise. From the hill up the back yard to the mountains beyond; our yard containing an interesting contortion of texture of the natural willows and mountain ash trees and stone walls filling with a lush bed of ferns, liguleria, hostas and astilbies, settling into a meandering creek bed at it’s base. The ruminants of a celebration of my gala turning 50 lingers; still strewn with borrowed furniture, gas lamps and ornamentation. The balloons deflating and fading in the damp coldness as evening and darkness settles in. What a remarkable place I have come to and such a distance I have come; this is the journey of myself. I can say I have honestly lived my life fully and if I were to pass tomorrow this would be my bliss. Today was perfection!!!! Somehow my soul feels peaceful tonight; as I sit alone, I know I am at home, and become engulfed in the days shift into darkness, knowing the twilight of my faded youth will only become better with each passing day.

    I suddenly hear Dinah Washington singing “What A Difference A Day Makes”, this is the cherry of the icing of my day.

    What a difference a day made
    Twenty-four little hours
    Brought the sun and the flowers
    Where there used to be rain

    My yesterday was blue, dear
    Today I’m part of you, dear
    My lonely nights are through, dear
    Since you said you were mine

    What a difference a day makes
    There’s a rainbow before me
    Skies above can’t be stormy
    Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

    By Maria Grever and Stanley Adams

    SEE FULL IMAGE: George #143

     

    This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

    2 Responses to Today, I Kissed the Face of God

    1. Anonymous says:

      >Congratulations Terry. What a beautifully written blog today. So vivid, I feel as I experienced it too. Ramon

    2. smilebreatheandgoslowly says:

      >Terry…what a beautiful description of your day…i feel overwhelmed with joy for you.I feel such peace and bliss from this post..wonderful! ..and you 'almost' make me want to jump out of a perfectly safe airplane….almost. xo Kim

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>