A coal miner's mind, an artist's soft tongue, and my 'after midnight' moments...a new chapter of Bidder's Birdhouse is up!
I am exactly where I am supposed to be... wise words. Hard words. Perfect words. You are exactly where you're supposed to be. Look around you...go ahead take it all in! You. Are. Exactly. Where. You. Are. Supposed to be.
Now...ain't that something? Some of you are prolly' happy- content. Others are struggling with accepting the truth I just handed you. Don't worry, you don't have to take it. Not if you don't want to. I've learned, not every one of us sees things the same. Still, when someone is speaking from their heart...you should listen.
After midnight. After midnight has always been my hours. For such a long, long time, I feel I am most awake then. I am most alive. Those fortunate enough to experience 'after midnight' with me, know what I'm talking about. And by the way, you sir can stop smiling now. (;
Life is full of moments, I've said this much before. Yet...life is also full of still time. Moments when it seems as if nothing is happening, direction is unknown, and you crawl inside your own skin to escape the stillness. Unable to change what is now, unable to stay the same either- I call these moments, 'after midnight' moments. When all the world is sleeping...but you. No, no sleep for your mind, the lost lover's mind, the mother's mind, the coalminer's working mind, the ER nurse's mind, the worried husband's mind, the giggling sister's mind, the just found new love mind, the artist's mind, the waking grandmother's mind, the best friend's mind, and mine...the writer's mind. These still wake moments have to be, so that you can become what you were meant to. You.
Sometimes, I sneak into my boy's room and I sit on the bottom edge of his bed and I close my eyes...and I listen. The sound of his breathing, the soft rustling of his tiny feet under the covers...the sound of his life...I listen and I become overwhelmed with gratitude and hope and love. I listen, because in my 'still moment' I feel how to live. I listen, because in the quiet we see what we have most.
I wish I could kidnap time. I wish I could stop it and still it at a precise moment...but alas, we cannot. So every 'after midnight' moment I can take, I get. You see, sometimes, we are exactly where we are supposed to be and we should live in those moments and breathe them deep. For life is about living, every second...and knowing what you have in one moment isn't always what you get.
A new chapter of Bidder's Birdhouse is up. Some monsters never go away. After midnight, find me sometime...Some 'after midnight' moments are unforgettable. Happy reads everybody! <3, Elle Moon