Midnight Memories

worship-of-the-sun-1372794-639x809Earlier in the evening I took a quick nap on the sofa, getting in a relaxed mood for the evening to come, as I slept the light dreaming I experienced seemed filled with the things I love; sound, music, beauty, color, the past and warm remembrances.  God was with me and He blended these things in the most intricate way to bless me and give me the realization that He speaks in many ways; one is through my memories.  If I listen, if I look, if I remember, He is there.

So now, I am fully awake and it is deep in the night.

It’s midnight and I doodle my words……………  This middle of the night musing can be a good thing for the most part, though it often seems to draw me to the “tucked away” past, to a place where memories stir and are breathed into resurrection.  Here my memories are blessed with color, sound, and emotions; all three mixed and blended to create a solid God touched thing.

I reflect: a dull brown with a monotone blaring horn is the background for the not-so-good sad times, then shimmering tropical hues and the high-toned strings of the violin recall the exciting days.  Smoky purple-gray with nimble fingers teasing the scale on an alto sax draw me into long-gone bluesy lazy eras; and pure sky blue, with every bird voicing their song, has always stood for the best of times.  Blood red and boogie-woogie on an upright player piano brings to mind the daring and brave occasions.  All memories should be re-lived with accents and praises.

Having lived a stretched-long and stuffed-full life, at the mid-seventy years I have captured from time many of my memories, causing my thoughts to be crammed with rainbows and Picasso, bringing the zest of life; din and melodies, giving the rhythm of life; the stage props and instruments, setting the mood of life.  A cacophony of living, yet it brings peace.

I find that memories can overwhelm or influence “for the good” life in the here and now.
I have found, too, that “choice” determines the outcome, so thank You my Lord for choices, and I choose to remember the melodies, player pianos,, and Your blue skies!

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