Leonard Nimoy ... a.k.a. Dr. Spock ... "Tweeted" that.
Like most in my generation I love Spock ... and I love Leonard Nimoy in the Bruno Mars video "The Lazy Song" ... and he died yesterday taking Spock with him ... but he leaves behind some profound words.
Perfect moments are had but they don't last.
Well they do ... in your heart and mind.
"That was a damn good day," we say out loud remembering how close to perfect it was.
Graduating ... the first kiss ... making love ... the marriage ... baby's being born ... hitting the home run ... making the perfect presentation ... writing the book ... climbing the mountain ... or surfing the wave ...
Moments of perfection!
We anticipate them ... they bloom ... it's wonderful ... they fade and they die.
Except they don't.
They stay with us somehow ... I don't know how ... but they do.
Things I've done ... things done to me ... the births of my children ... home runs I've hit ... things I've written ... a sandy kiss on the beach that I taste at this moment ... mountains I've climbed ... waves I've ridden ... I can still feel, taste and touch them all.
Strolling outside I review the dead plants on the Beloved Back Deck.
"Well that sucks," I say out loud in the cold wind of a shitty day.
Inside though, our warm home is full of sleeping girls, dozing animals and incredible love ... both the loud and the quiet kinds.
Strolling back inside I shake off the cold, take my place at the kitchen table and ponder how many plants will be resurrected this year.
Experience as a gardener has taught me that most will return in their full splendor ... and others will have to be replaced.
Like friends ...
I've lived long enough to not take any of this for granted ... because I know with absolute certainty that one day ... it's all going to be taken away from me ... or I'm going to be taken away from it.
So each time Sarah breathes as I watch her sleep ... every single time I talk to the kids ... when the girls hug or kiss
me on their own ... as Goddess lays at my feet ... the laughs with my friends ... the hopes we have and the dreams we're dreaming ... I clutch them tightly.
These are my seeds.
I love this year's garden.
