What Kind Of A Present, Does the Present, Present?

My Saturday hike was amazing! I finally did the Stinson Beach trail that I've been wanting to do for quite sometime now but never really had the chance to do so or find the right person to do it with. With the amount of rain that we have been getting lately, the sky was perfectly clear, the air was fresh and the ground still damp. I love the smell of the ground after it rains. We were able to see the San Francisco skyline. The lines of the buildings were clear. No fog to blur the vision. It was breathtaking. The surface of the ocean was still. The silence was almost tangible. It was my kind of day.

Twin Peaks

Stinson Beach

Thought bubble: I really want a big fat burger right now...

I finally had the chance to decorate my Christmas tree last night. I stayed up in the wee hours of the evening putting up holiday decors around the house. In times past I've always had significant others or a friend or two helping me set up the tree, put up the stockings and add the finishing touches. This year, I was by myself. I put up my own tree, hung my own stocking and made myself a nice cup of hot chocolate. As I stood on the ladder last night putting the star on top of the tree, I thought, thank goodness I only got a three foot tall one. Somehow, my subconscious knew that this year I will be alone, no one else to turn the tree at a 45 degree angle so that my favorite ornament can really shine or cut the extra branch sticking out an inch longer than the one above it. Hey, we all have our own idiosyncrasies :)

My mind plays tricks on me from time to time and makes me wish I had someone to share moments like last night. Someone other than the inaudible music playing in the background or my collection of stuffed animals, someone to hold my hand and say I love you. My heart knows who that person is and I think of him as I sat gazing up at the tree. And just like that, he was there with me. I can feel him enveloping me in a warm embrace without him being there and even without him knowing it. It is a feeling I create.

We choose love. We choose anger. We choose happiness. We choose boredom.

You pick and choose based on the rush you give your body when it experiences a certain emotion. Some people, or the lack of some people, help you trigger these emotions. So if you want Joy, all you have to do is trigger it yourself.

I am not alone. If I'm in your thoughts and you in mine then we are closer than we'll ever be.

Christmas is but a mere two days away. Be present in the presence of others. Make of it a holiday to remember. It's your day. It's your experience. How will you remember it?

My idiosyncracy on display

ever present,

jakey