
They were walking up the shoreline, Brother and Sister now in their early 20’s. The waves were lapping at their feet, their feet disappearing in sea foam before the waves rolled back into the ocean.
I’m wading through Herzog’s book, now 60% of the way through. My headphones are piping in a Nils Frahm playlist from his album “Felt“. I set the book down to watch them.
Rachel is doing a handstand on the beach while Eric is taking photos. I can see them laughing as she tries it again. They are Friends. All those years of fighting, squabbling and picking on each other in the back seat of the car…All those corrections by Mom and Dad to keep it civil…look at them, they’ve become Friends.
Just as they pass below me, as if on cue, the late afternoon sun streams through the clouds. A warm breeze gusts. And two Pelicans skim the ocean, gliding along with the wind currents.
Herzog said that “Today I would give ten years of my life if I could play the cello with the same ease as breathing. The finest music has a quality of consolation you find nowhere else, with perhaps the exception of religion or being in contact with small children.”
I glance down at the playlist to see the title of Frahm’s track. It is titled “Less.”
I paused to contemplate Frahm’s tune and Herzog’s words.
Frahm got it half right. “Felt” yes. “Less” no.
As to Werner, I Iove the Cello, but I wouldn’t trade a single moment.
Not one.
It appears to me that you are writing from someplace other than the Long Island Sound. This fits in with Lisa’s post yesterday about her daughter. A refection by parent who is taking it all in.
Yes. And I need to find Lisa’s post…
Can you please share the link Ray?
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That is beautiful…
Thank you.
I really enjoy your personal blogs–I enjoy all that you find for us–but when you talk in your own voice it is a treat
Thank you LouAnn. Means a lot to me.
A lovely reflection in this season of gratitude and giving. Ya done good, pal. 😉
Thank you Lori.
Beautiful.
Thank you Andrea.
Was there ever any doubt that they’d become friends? Sibling wars are a right of passage.
Agree. Depth of future relationship has variance from one family to the next.
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Another beautiful observation from my friend David Kanigan…
Thank you for sharing and the kind words Todd.
This is wonderful! The friendships between our grown kids is one of the greatest things for my husband and I, too. I think it keeps us all close.
It does. It really does. Thanks for sharing.
beautifully descriptive, Dave. precious times.
Thank you Sandy
A beautiful glimpse into a grateful, loving heart. Felt here too.
Thank you Helen
This is absolutely beautiful…I can certainly relate with the history of my brother and I.
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Thank you Lana. I will…
Sweet words, David… 🙂 And, yes, I love seeing that my three children are so close and feel very protective of each other…especially my oldest with his young brother (16 years difference between those two). It really is one of the sweetest parts of seeing your children all grown up. They have each other…they will always have each other, and that is such a blessing for me to think of.
Yes Carol. Beautifully stated. And it is a blessing.
so very beautiful, david. i know that feeling and there is nothing like it. after everything, somehow they emerge as true friends with an unbreakable love and caring and a bond between them and that is everything. that is all we wish for –
Thank you Beth. I was overcome by the moment. There “is”, as you say it, nothing like it.
What a beautiful moment to relish forever. Thank you for sharing David 🙂
Thank you Val. It was…
Beautiful. Period.
Thank you Vicki
I appreciate you sharing this reflective moment of the reality of Beautiful Joy … such an honest, intimate breath of a felt moment. A clear indicator of the depth of Love You Shine Forth from Your heart…
Thank you Christie
I had to read a few times, to get in the groove of it,…and thank you. The rush of it all lately, has me a little far from center…too far for my own liking, reading and putting it all together, just as you had was a certain kind of meditation!
So glad to hear this Bonnie. There’s another way to look at being to far from the center. I’ve now adopted Rebecca Sonlit’s self-description:
“Centers are supposed to be good things, but I prefer edges.”