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Great Moments Tend To Be Short
Tuesday, September 05, 2006

I was talking to a friend today. When I asked about her visit she replied, "Fine...too short". To which I said, "Short yes, all great moments tend to be". Yes all great moments are too short. Be it that the moment is as short as a second, five minutes, an hour, a day, or be it that the moment is longer: a week, six weeks, six months, a year... when experiencing a great moment one does not want it to end, as great moments bring true happiness. True happiness during good, bad and all that comes in between. Too short no matter the length 'cause when the moment ends the longing lingers, the memory remains. You're left holding on and wanting to be there, back in the great moment again, for it to never have ended. Always too short, yes, but is that a requirement so that the moment can end and be reflected upon and remembered? Or are we aware enough to notice during and reflect while experiencing. Reflect while experiencing, is that possible, does that defy the definition of reflect? (Does everything always come down the definition of a word?...) Do great moments have to end? Is it that they can't be 'long' because then the moment becomes the norm and one doesn't have the perspective to know that they're experiencing greatness? Perhaps they can be 'long' and remain great, if one has un great moments to relate and compare to. As my thought process here is being interrupted by life I'll Pause with what I know. I will always treasure the moments of greatness in my life!

Yawning
Sunday, September 03, 2006

This summer I found myself at two different funerals. One for someone I've never met. At the first one perhaps I was a little tired but not so tired as too yawn as much and often as I did during the memorial service. I remember consciously thinking, "I'm not tired, why do I keep yawning? I don't want to be rude." Each time I yawned I covered my mouth, being respectful and polite. Eventually, my yawning came to an end. The second memorial service was during the middle of the day and I most defiantly was not tired, however, once again I found myself repeatedly yawning.

So, I started to think about it. Why does one yawn? One yawns when they're tired and because he or she lacks oxygen. This second reason was my answer. One yawns because they need more oxygen, when one is without any oxygen they are no longer alive. Was my continuous yawning during the two funerals a subconscious way for me to connect? Was it a way for me to be with them, a way for them to remain with me? By yawning was I instilling their memory into me? Or was I simply, just yawning?