I don’t believe I’m melancholy. I believe it’s a reflection…a seasoning of the spirit, like fine wine that needs to ‘breathe’ when it’s opened by the person ready to partake of the aroma of the bouquet.

*Begin reflection*

We are always in a rush, a headlong pursuit of things we must accomplish in a given time period (hell yes I’ve gone on this rant a zillion times but this is not a rant), and we forget to take the time to allow our memories and thoughts to ‘breathe’. Our memories and thoughts are our foundation, the basis for who we are, how we react, and how we form a pattern to move forward with a goal. Yet…at times…we forget to pull up all those twinkling nudges and remember why/how we got to where we are and who/what we are. That’s where I am right now…I’m allowing myself to soak up the memories and thoughts that get neatly tucked away as I race headlong into each new day of life.

My thoughts have drifted across the chasm of time and people that have filled my life. So many people. Some of them are tucked carefully into my heart and favorite thoughts. Some of them are remembered because of the situation and experience of the moment. Some of them are a lesson – for me in learning how to improve myself and life circumstances. Some of them are pushed into darkened recesses where my thoughts can barely recognize or remember them – lest some part of their energy remain as residue on mine.

Yet my reflection would not be complete without death. Not because I relish dying. But people have left my life this year that are important in my reflections.

While death is difficult to deal with, it is a form of closure. We know that person is gone, hopefully to a better place, and their suffering has ended. Death is part of living. At times it is viewed as a blessing, at times as a complete tragedy. Perhaps our lives are brief bursts of energy in time – like this Scatterlight.

My thought is that I should never spend my life as though I am dead. I am not ready for closure on any thought or emotion. I feel, I think, I reason, therefore I am alive. I reflect on my blessings and my Scatterlite burns much brighter than most.

*End reflection*

Tomorrow it will be Poker Time!