The Moments Between …

Mornings are my favorite part of the day. It’s just after 6:30am on a dark, chilly Sunday morning … November 22, 2015 … to be precise. I don’t have to be up yet. I just want to be. I think it’s the stillness. Or maybe it’s the coffee. I do love them both … with unequivocally crazed adoration.

My second favorite part of the day is punctuating the end of all the ‘doings’ over those 8 – 12 hours with a lovely glass of red wine … before the grilled cheese or roasted chicken that is dinner (depending upon the day). Sipping, savoring and reflecting upon how I invested those precious minutes of my life … scanning the moments for the brightest points of light … and, of course … the dimmest and dismal of them are doggedly determined to color the space (no matter how much I try to ignore them). Letting both blessings and lessons land in my awareness … holding them both with curious introspection.

And yes, on this particular day, the Malbec is in the rack, patiently awaiting my arrival. And although I eagerly anticipate that delicious and delectable moment, there is something so profoundly nourishing about just sitting here … in this solitude, before the buzzing of the world begins … sipping my java out of this gigantic 20 ounce mug.

My mug speaks the truth. I’d like to think that the mornings do too … but …  I am acutely aware that my morning knows nothing for certain about my afternoon nor my evening. Except for the nudging from ‘the list’ that I have put in my smart phone … itemizing and prioritizing the particulars this day might hold in store for me.

But who really knows. I think I am in control of my life … I feel like I am in charge of what I decide to cross off my list. But … as my thoughts wander through this blessed stillness of this morning, I realize that that sense of agency is just an illusion. Albeit an illusion a delusion that I really quite enjoy …

DonBut, I am reminded that we woke up 36 years ago today … November 22, 1979. It seemed like an ordinary Thursday. I’m sure I had a list. My hubby remembers that he slept in. I just remember the phone call. My husband’s younger brother, Don, was on his way to work. And, he didn’t make it. No, he didn’t make it. There was an accident. I still feel the agonizing ache in that reprehensible reality. He was just 20 years old. Even coffee couldn’t make that morning better mourning less bitter.

And, isn’t that the way it is with life … if we get quiet and clear enough to really examine it. We can’t possibly know what life will bring us … in those moments between the coffee and the wine. We can never know for sure … even with the most intelligently crafted list. It’s all uncharted ground … ripe with possibilities (divinely guided moments) and probabilities (stick to my list moments) … all with unequivocally uncertain propensity.

And, really, the best I can do is to remain open to all of it … and … simply choose the energetic frequency by which I will greet it. Because, while savoring my wine this evening, I will be reflecting upon the blessings and challenges that were tucked into today – the moments defining this particular November 22nd. Likely, I will be more grateful for some than others … but … the one thing I know for sure is that I’ll be weighing the energy I brought to those moments between my two favorite beverages:



Was I an energetic expression of LOVE as I moved through the day?

I hope I will like my answers … Karen


12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Marie
    Nov 22, 2015 @ 20:30:50

    Oh my Karen….once again I am amazed at how the words spill out so beautifully as you bring us into your world. I read your post just after reading my mom’s brilliantly crafted Christmas letter that she will be sending out to family and friends. The recipients are people she doesn’t see often, but who she likes to give an update of the family’s activities. Your post and my mom’s letter reminded me of the miracles, as well as the gut wrenching heartaches, that we experience. And so, like you, between the sips of dark and bold coffee and delightful little Chianti, I’m not sure what blessings and challenges will come my way, but the three questions you posed will surely guide me through.
    Thank you, my dear friend! xoxo



  2. Angela Hampton
    Nov 22, 2015 @ 22:40:27

    Loved this…thanks for sharing😆It reminds me of how precious life is and that we need to savor each and every moment!

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  3. Debby Wall
    Nov 23, 2015 @ 09:59:31

    Oh my Karen, this is so beautiful!! What a beautiful way to look at each day! I love the questions you pose! How have I spent my day?? I hope I like my answers!
    I only met Don one time that I can remember. He and Art were on a dirt bike, Don was driving and Art hanging on at the back. It was a sight for me 🙂 We were changing pipes at the end of our field that bordered theirs. I remember his very cheerful friendly character shining through!! What a beautiful tribute to Don! Vic remembers that we sang Don’s favorite song, Johnny Appleseed, at his funeral…Oh The Lord is good to me and so I thank The Lord, for giving me the things I need, the sun and the rain and the Appleseed, The Lord is good to me!
    Thank you for reminding us of his life. My thoughts go out to you and John and the Lanser family as you remember a special brother!
    Love and hugs

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    • Karen Lanser
      Nov 23, 2015 @ 16:45:17

      Oh Deb … thank you for the reminder of singing Johnny Appleseed. I forgot all about that … I have tears in fond recollection of the memories your kind words have sparked. xo



  4. Monica
    Nov 23, 2015 @ 10:20:08

    You made me smile!

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  5. Susan
    Nov 23, 2015 @ 20:04:22

    I absolutely love the way you use words and pictures and ideas to delight the soul, to give cause for reflection, to challenge beliefs and practices, and to weave a story. You are so gifted, Karen. Thank you, too, for the questions. Authenticity and kindness and love – powerful ways for me to judge my day.

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