I used to live through happy moments thinking about their
inevitable end. I would always be waiting for the proverbial other shoe to
drop. I still do that sometimes, but I have also come to realize that happy
moments must be savored and remembered because when the dark days do come, it
is in their remembrance that one can find strength and comfort. Right now the
days are a little dark and I think they will get a lot worse before they start
getting better. So, I have been thinking about all the good and positive things
that have happened to me in the last year that I can savor in these moments.
Things that I can remember that bring a smile to my face. So, here is just a
random list of things that make me smile:
-Kelowna with my friend Lesley; it was perfect.
I blogged about it if you care to scroll back. But it was definitely one of the
highlights of my summer
-girls weekend in Hope with five girlfriends; it
was so lovely and fun and crazy. In fact, all the times that I spent with these
ladies last year were perfect
-I met my best friend and I knew as soon as we met that we
were meant to be friends. I’ve been thinking about what my favourite moments
might have been and I can’t choose, there are just too many. Also, it doesn’t
matter whether what we were doing was momentous like going to hear The Messiah
in Abbotsford (an 8 hour day), or just going for a simple coffee at Starbucks,
they are all lovely memories. But, if I had to choose my favourite memory, it
would probably be the day that we went to see the movie Emma or the day we went
to the Quay and walked around and had dinner just because that was the last
time we were together
-going to see For King And Country with my brother and
dinner at the Italian. In fact, I have a lot of good memories from The Italian
and I have been there with a few of my favourite people
-the auction at Dee’s church. We may have mocked some of the
happenings but it was definitely fun and funny. Plus, I had dinner at her
house. Going to see Brian Doerksen together was also a highlight, as was
rooming with her at Whistler.
Anyway, there are lots of moments. So on the days when I
feel less than hopeful, I can remember these times of joy and savour them. I
leave you with a portion of Wordsworth’s poem that echoes the very same
sentiment…
These
beauteous forms,
Through a
long absence, have not been to me
As is a
landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft,
in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns
and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours
of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in
the blood, and felt along the heart;
And
passing even into my purer mind
With
tranquil restoration:—feelings too
Of
unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have
no slight or trivial influence
On that
best portion of a good man's life,
His
little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of
kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I
may have owed another gift,
Of aspect
more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which
the burthen of the mystery,
In which
the heavy and the weary weight
Of all
this unintelligible world,
Is
lightened:—that serene and blessed mood
