If you could replay one moment over and over again what would it be? What is your pinnacle moment?
Sitting in a café in New Orleans with the sun streaming in from the windows above with the sunlight touching the walls painted the colour of the sunset, filling the room with warmth.
The air smells rich from the baking cookies and the chair beneath me is slightly chilled. The table I am sitting at is wrought iron and could be found on a patio on a spring day.
The sandwiches were perfect, toasted bread, crisp lettuce, the ham’s flavor bursting in my mouth so perfectly. The ice tea I was drinking was cold upon my tongues and I could feel it going down my throat as I sipped it. Every sip was connecting me to the energy of the world.
I was more alive in that moment, sharing laughter and friendship with my friend Suse, realizing that life and living was what this moment was all about. That THIS was living, not the making or spending money, not the constantly striving, but this single moment in time.
It was a dream and a wish that I had since I was a child, to travel and meet my friends in places and moments in time. To be able to experience them and to be able to live rather than to survive or live in the past or trying to create the future.
What we talked about, what we shared, I do not remember. But, I do know, that at the end of my life and when it flashes before my eyes, that of all the snapshots I pull out to remember, this one would be one of my favorites.
I wonder, why people replay the ugly moments in time, the negative words and voices that negate us and bring us down. Why wouldn’t you want for the snapshots that define you to be filled with moments of living and life?
