Day Eighty-five: A Practically Perfect Moment

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Day Eighty-five: A Practically Perfect Moment

1/26/2015

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Photo taken by Michael E. Boyd

"Some moments are so utterly perfect, you want to beg the Universe to freeze time until you're ready for the clock to start moving again." ~Amy Marie Schaefer

Thursday 22 January 2015 we were preparing to head out in search of dinner after our explorations at Ocean Beach in San Fransisco. We stopped to take a quick bathroom break and when we came out, the sun was so close to setting, I couldn't tear myself away. I HAD to watch. "Can we stay a little longer?" I asked. "Of course," Michael replied. So, we sat on the wall in that wildly beautiful place as the light from the Earth's star burst into vibrant colors that shot across the sky and trickled down in sparkling reflections to kiss the chilly sea. My mother's memory was stark and clear, so strong I could practically smell her...see her in the mists from the waves crashing against the rocks...feel her breath in the sinking sun, who was whispering promises to the sea that the moon and stars were not far behind. As day slipped into night, I knew all of the answers to every question, whether spoken or unspoken were there in that space, in that moment. I left there drunk on the powerful elixir of the experience and sprinkled pieces of my heart and soul on every flower, rock, and grain of sand I touched.

I have found many happy things to be grateful for during the course of this series "100 Days of Happy". My time in California, however, reminded me of what happy down to your bones feels like and has made me truly ravenous for more experiences just like that. I mean isn't that what we're here for in the first place? If not, then it should be. We all should actively seek out ways that make us want to absolutely devour every delicious bite of life, otherwise the purpose of our existence is meaningless.

Photo taken by Michael E. Boyd

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

Michael

1/26/2015 10:54:27 am

I can still feel the cool breeze from the ocean, and the warmth of a lovely soul

Amy Marie Schaefer

1/26/2015 12:08:18 pm

Me, too. And the "quiet" of the moment...reverent like a "church" made on our beautiful bleu planet. I will never be able to thank you enough for making it such a special time.

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