Dancing On The Shoreline

….our spirits race to first place into the curve.


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There’s a hint of sunlight as the cumulus sky lingers from the night. There’s no noise, no life, just you and l walking on the shoreline. The sea foam still remains but there’s no terns running in and out of it. Frozen in time, it’s you and me. God is holding our hands just as He holds our hearts. As though we were sent back to the beginning of time, there’s no one for as far as the eye can see. Even the ocean just lies on the beach for miles and miles. It looks like you could walk on it. It’s as if God is inviting us to participate but our fears make us all the more human.

The sun majestically rises as though it’s on a honeymoon too, casting diamonds across the ripples of the waters. I let go of your hand and wrap my arm around your shoulder. I ask you, “Is this where God intended for us to be thirty years ago?” Little did we ever guess what our Father in heaven had planned for us. Taking a deep breath, you breathe in the smell of the ocean atmosphere. A chill resonates as it’s always the coolest right before dawn.

The earth now begins to come alive, just as in the beginning of time. First was the little critters dancing on the shoreline; the gulls and terns take turns chasing the sand crabs in the bubbles. Then, breaking through the diamond reflections, a pod of porpoise are hunting for breakfast too.

Survival of the fittest begins on this first day of marriage. God has truly blessed the world that lies in front of us. I couldn’t be happier! As blessings flow like the mountain springs never-ending, our hearts pour out in unison. We share the cherished memories of our younger years.

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The sun is now crawling out of bed and cat paws prance on the water where we fear to tread. A spectacular day on tap – a little breeze, some autumn air, a little salt and a lounge chair to boot.

Thank you, dear Lord. Thank you for finally blessing our lives. Though our youthfulness may have wilted some, our spirits race to first place into the curve. So blessed to share the secrets of life with the world before us, our dreams of success are resonating like the morning sun. God bless those who wake and pray and join the birds dancing on the shoreline! What a gift! Our life now complete, the thrill of another day to do God’s work lies ahead. What an awesome blessing!!

I love you!

What’s In A Kiss?

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Did You Know??

The science of kissing is called philematology.

Scholars are unsure if kissing is a learned or instinctual behavior. In some cultures in Africa and Asia, kissing does not seem to be practiced.

Passionate kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute. A Hershey’s kiss contains 26 calories, which takes five minutes of walking–or about four minutes of kissing–to burn off.

French kissing involves 34 facial muscles. A pucker kiss involves only two.

In France, it’s called a tongue kiss or soul kiss because if done right, it feels as if two souls are merging. In fact, several ancient cultures thought that mouth-to-mouth kissing mingled two lovers’ souls.

Kissing is good for teeth. The anticipation of a kiss increases the flow of saliva to the mouth, giving the teeth a plaque-dispersing bath.

Kissing at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony can be traced to ancient Roman tradition where a kiss was used to sign contract.

The average person spends at least two weeks of their life kissing.

 


Arriving home from a late summer’s day, my feet ached; I walked six miles. Not exactly planned but thank God there was no rain. Building a rather large shed, jumping about and climbing up and down the ladder, I think I did my daily aerobics. So I pulled my truck into the garage, turned it off, and I didn’t have the energy to open the door. Fragilely, I stepped out, walking as though I was stepping on egg shells. I opened the house door only to be greeted with a hug and a great big kiss!

Now we have all been kissed before. But you know, there’s something so special about being kissed when your half dead from a hard day at work. I think I can relate to how the family hound feels after returning home from being lost.

There’s just no comparison to a kiss when that kiss is so “heartfelt”. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt a kiss that touched my heart so much. Not even a touch, though that’s a different kind of feeling, warm as well; but it was just a simple act of affection that grabbed my entire soul.

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The twinkle in her smile told me how much she missed me. I felt the sparkle as she stared into my soul. God, what an awesome feeling!! So I put down my things, reached around to respond to her hug but she was gone. Just like a spirit!

A tear came….where’d she go? Was I dreaming? Retreating to reality, I wasted no time rejuvenating my body. Cleanliness, you know, is close to where I want to be as I start my journey to search for that dream. God knows what she means to me as I reach for the passion she brings.

But at the end of the day, I look in her eyes and wrap my weary arms around her waist. I smile at her face and there I “kiss” her loving heart – goodnight.

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These Metallic Memories

….only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits.


 


If I could go back into the chapters of my mind and resurrect memories, I wish I hadn’t had my soured childhood. Teenage pressures conquered my soul as I was bullied in school as the “the fat kid”. Constantly in one turmoil or another, I watched my father wilt away. I was the young age of fourteen. My dad and mentor is now in heaven but I still look to the skies today to talk to him. I guess, though, there were some fonder times. Let think if I can remember one.

My parents sent me to Rising Sun summer camp every year. It reminded me of the song, in more ways than one. I always looked forward to it.

I moved out at twenty-one under defiant protest. I didn’t need to hear the sermons filtering down. I was so disgusted with everyone that I packed my bags and moved to Florida.

Reaganomics crippled the economy with 14% interest; life had stymied. The challenges we met were battled on the front lines whether it be Vietnam or our own city streets. God, I’m sure, watched from above. But nonetheless, drudgery became a way of life. Until…..

A knock at the door and a metallic memory you’ll never forget – the innocence of an Angel. Poised, her persona was nothing short of Heavenly. With no way to stay in touch, God was the only. Priors soured, single now, neither knew the other’s crossings. But those joyous moments became a distant dream as reality set back in, like an evening thunderstorm, scattering debris. The trials and tribulations remind me of metals on a lapel from wars fought on a personal front. We struggled to survive. Our pure little hearts never realized the heartaches we individually endured. But God saw what no one else could believe, “a spark”, thirty years ago that united two souls in infamy.

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Youthful in spirit, with collected memories from obituary relationships, only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits. He reconnected these metallic memories of life.

 

Working feverishly to build an empire, may God too, bless our days and nights. It’s another battle to share from God above. My eyes closed, I listen to your blessed spirits, your fingers going a hundred miles an hour.

We move to a new plateau, holding hands, while making more “Metallic Memories.”

 

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Silver Seasons

Our trails of disasters have led us to greener pastures…

In the glimmering shadows, I stare across the way at you. I ask God to allow me the years that we have missed. Lord, explain why two would meet in their prime years, only to reunite as the silver seasons begin?

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I could write a book called, “The False Illusions”. Why would two who came together for one week and didn’t know the others’ walk; living a thousand miles apart with children and obligations; never forget each other?? Did God lay the ground work of which two could have never thought? What promises did God stow, although I know…. it was all in His timing. Success is measured by smiles not stress, and now blessings are bestowed.

What greater love than two old, coming together in the name of RESPECT and God anoints their visions! Our trails of disasters have led us to greener pastures; and we have both come to Christ. And where there is His father, no other power can destroy. Our prayers re-unite.

Today, in the bright sunshine, I watch the shadows you create as dreams and missions are one. You’re such a blessing to me! With God’s help, a child is born….an entity for all to see; a star, maybe high above the clouds that He created in the heavens; one that no one else could have ever seen.

In awe, I stand quietly, watching as the trust evolves from truths. A future as infamous as the galaxies, dreams are unimaginable. Only God addresses our circumstances as we remain in faith. And I look at you and think….

We nurture our love as you illuminate my visions and God above blesses the messages. What a joy to have God on my side and you to polish my points of view. It’s like sitting in the shade, enjoying a breeze, with a glass of lemonade on a Sunday afternoon. Nothing in this world would be better to me than you sharing the silver seasons of my life….until we leave and walk in heaven together.

 


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Taking the Helm

We wander away, sailing in the moonlight, dreaming our life away…..


Taking the HelmIn the summer moon, a refreshing breeze filters into a romantic evening.  Untying the dock lines, I push us off, as we drift out with the tide. I raise the sails and take the helm; listening to the bow breaking the waves from an approaching boat. A gentle spray catches in the wind and we are reminded that it’s still not summer.

Almost like being born again, our youthfulness is blessed as salt permeates the air. Like Christopher Columbus setting out to explore, we never see where God leads us.  I, for one, don’t care as long as you are here beside me.

The moon’s glow glistens over the ocean while we sail off into its direction. Heaven knows where we are headed, as God leads us out of temptation. We share our dreams as land drifts further away. Marooned, millions of miles from Earth, we forget we are on the ocean. The stars are so close we can reach out and touch them; make a wish before they fall!  The oceans now rest as gentle swells remind me more of Oklahoma. Our sails are luffing as the breeze settles over the sovereign seas; they, too, are waiting on the moon to shine.

I lean over and give you a kiss on your cheek. “Look”! A shooting star magically appears out of nowhere. God is blowing us a kiss as the breeze begins to stir again. A quarter moon is all we see – majestically tinted in a shade of amber. Tacking about, we must head back as reality waits on distant shores. How nice to enjoy a little slice of heaven as we watch the lights twinkle along the beach!

I thank our heavenly Father for our memorable night and the rolling hills of Oklahoma. It takes me back to the summer swells. We wander away, sailing in the moonlight; dreaming our life away; and praying God will watch over us.  Praying, I only ask for His will to be done while we remain ever cognizant of giving God the helm.