She sleeps on as many trips as we have taken. It seems that she finds peace in my presence knowing that I am her protector. Soon enough she will be off to University and outside of my purview and close protection, yet I am confident that she is fully equipped with all required for life. She is and continues to be a thirsty sponge taking in all life’s lessons. I’m amazed when she recites the many wisdoms with class and maturity. It is pleasantly surprising and feeds my ego. I am proud… Oh so proud of her.
Go ahead… Rest BabyGirl. Venice awaits us in only a few hours. 😘☺️😌
There is no greater gift than to be where you want to be, doing what you want to do, and with whom you want to do it. At this moment it is sitting on the rooftop of Hotel Farnese in Roma, Italy with my daughter who has recently graduated with honors from high school having a simple breakfast and drafting this blog post while she watches her favorite YouTubers.
I was sharing with my daughter that oftentimes people fail to prioritize experiencing the moment. They simply are not aware that they could or even should be aware of their “now”. There is a healing effect from sincerely beginning self aware. Feeling the realization that you are alive and becoming aware of your breath and heartbeat and sensations of feeling, the air on your skin, and the unique sounds all around you. Becoming aware of your own thoughts so much so that you can actually control them.
Sobering are the moments that you realize that you “are”, that you exist.
I also shared with her that you can then slowly expand your awareness outside of yourself and notice all the life and lives around you both animate and inanimate, for all things expire from their current form or way of being. You see, real life is not experienced in the yesterdays or the tomorrows. It is captured in the now. This is where futures are drafted and memories carved. For those very close to me they often hear that I am keen to experience moments and create memories.
I will be that old cool ass gent sitting someday in a rocking chair (maybe on the Moon or Mars) with grandchildren around laughing and enjoying themselves. And I’ll have this mischievous or even playful grin on my face as I relive, in my mind, some of the very best memories and moments. I’ll watch the birth of my son and hesitantly cut the squishy umbilical cord, hold him in my hands counting fingers and toes and making sure that both of his eyes are looking at me. I’ll relive my daughters first day of school where she joyfully bounced and skipped off to join the other children when I was expecting and even wanting her to throw herself off the ground because she didn’t want to leave us. I’ll remember my dad’s phone call out of the blue sharing how proud he was of my accomplishments and more over the kind of man I had become. I’ll remember the many intimate moments where time screeched to a halt with bursts of motions of love and eye gazes along with intertwined spirits that seemed to defy gravity, space, and time. I’ll remember the love of, and pleasures of those that have transcended into the next life. I’ll remember everything!!! Each and every detail with precision and in full color leaving no detail without distinction. After all, what else can I take with me as I age and hopefully in the beyond.
It’s all about “Memories and Moments”. This is my gift to myself…
– Johnnie Moore
When I was younger I was determined to live what I love. Yes literally… I mean seriously and for real. Curiously enough after several unexpected, unwanted, and painful experiences in my life, it became obvious to me that I wasn’t exactly living what I love. I was finding a way to love what I was living. I was somehow holding back my “greatness journey” while attempting to acquiesce to pressures driving me to deal with external purposes outside of my own. Life changes and people change too. But I’m not so sure that I believe that I’ve been repurposed. My purpose remains consistent and the evolution to alignment perfection to that purpose is encapsulated into my willingness to obey my truths.
You see I’ve come to accept that “Truth” is a personal and impartial form of law. It is an expressed reality unchanged, a rule of existence and a foundational element not yet written in the “periodic table”, but bold and italicized in the “eternal table”. It is a force that directs both action and inaction. It constricts one from self indulgence and prompts one to hold close both things and entities that are based in authenticity. It reaches down into your heart and pulls salty tears forward through your mind as emotions and rains them over shivering cheeks. Truth is a spring of glory that increases heartbeats in moments of acceptance that one is loved. It creates the most beautiful smile wrinkles. Among it’s evidences are the provocative instances of realization and an ever reminding occurrence of passion, compassion, relevance and motives. Truth is strong and incontestable, stands alone and requires no assistance. It is immovable, eternal, and can be wielded as a tool or a weapon.
Living what I love is impossible without awareness and acceptance of my truths. This is a statement of fact and one of the many stepping stones to transcendence.
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