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Perfect Moment Monday: Feelings…Whoa, Whoa. Whoa Feelings

Regular readers know that music makes me emote. A lot and often. Good thing I don’t have to pay every time I post a music video.

This week while driving, an old song came on, one I hadn’t heard in maybe a decade or more. This is a song that, at various times, has brought me to soaring heights with teenage giddiness, and to my knees in desperation.

It all depended on Doug.

I wrote about Doug nostalgically here, and hatefully here (via journal image). Doug was my first boyfriend, and the very first time he said to me the long-awaited words “I love you,” it was under the guise of singing this song to me.

(I feel so silly posting this, seeing the very dated video.)

Hearing that song took me back. To the first time a human being not related to me professed love for me. To sneaking kisses near a locker during passing period. To feeling like I’d arrived because a boy wanted to hold my hand in public. To that sweet and angsty anticipation of seeing each other after any absence of more than 20 minutes.

And to the disbelief and anger of yet aNOTHER breakup. To the flopping on my bed and crying for HOURS, knowing that I would NEVER, EVER get over him and love another. To the fear that my life, at 15, was OVER.

But instead of me being the actress in the scene, this week I was the audience. The song evoked in me briefly feelings of euphoria and despair — the same ones the 15 year old experienced.

If I hadn’t been driving, I’d have applauded her ability to feel her emotions so deeply.

But instead I laughed. The show was over and I could encore the actress if I wanted, or leave the theater if I chose.

A perfect moment of reclaiming some power I’d once allowed someone else to take.

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Perfect Moment Monday is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

On the last Monday of each month we engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join.

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Perfect Moment Monday: Par-tay!

Perfect Moment Monday is more about noticing a perfect moment than about creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

We gather here once a week to engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join. Details on how to participate are at the bottom of this post, complete with bloggy bling.

Please visit the links of the participants at the bottom.

Here’s a perfect moment from my week. I hope you’ll share yours with us, too.
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As time goes on, I notice that the vestiges of the trauma of infertility are fading. The pain is now far enough in my past that it almost feels it happened so someone else. In a way, it did. It happened to the person I used to be.

This week we celebrated a turn around the sun: Reed had his 6th birthday party. And although I didn’t know of him or meet him until a few weeks after he was born, his presence on this earth marks the anniversary of the fullness of my life.

We celebrated in a gym — 12 friends and a few family members, a rope to climb, an obstacle course to navigate, uneven bars on which to skin cats, balance beams to conquer, parachutes to puff up, ice cream to eat, presents to share.


I am so full of love for my son. For my good fortune. For moments like this.

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Perfect Moment Monday: Process and Product

Perfect Moment Monday is more about noticing a perfect moment than about creating one. Perfect moments can be momentous or ordinary or somewhere in between.

We gather here once a week to engage in mindfulness about something that is right with our world. Everyone is welcome to join. Details on how to participate are at the bottom of this post, complete with bloggy bling.

Please visit the links of the participants at the bottom.

Here’s a perfect moment from my week. I hope you’ll share yours with us, too.
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This past week was a perfect moment sandwich. It started with an afternoon of pottery painting with old and new bloggy friends and it ended by retrieving my artwork from the kiln of the pottery studio.

The Casual Perfectionist, Denver Laura, The Unknown Blogger and Mary Beth (who also documented the session via her camera lens) joined me for a combination of creativity and camaraderie. MB’s son and Tessa also put their painting skills to work.

Here’s the process (courtesy MB):
The Casual Perfectionist‘s spiral design; Denver Laura‘s endless loops, The Unknown Blogger’s sunflower bowl, my cityscape theme.


And here’s the product:

We’ll definitely be doing this again sometime. It’s wonderfully relaxing and fulfilling — just ask my painting buddies.

Edited to add: Click here to see the Casual Perfectionist‘s post about the day, as well as her finished product.

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