Marvelous Night for a Moondance

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Do you ever sit back and take stock of your life – trying to recall the little moments that brought you this far? Do you ever wonder what life would have been like if you’d turned left instead of right?

Sometimes we forget the little things, how it is the simplest decisions that lead us down the twisting path of life.

Last night we decided to go for a walk. The sun had set and evening had settled in over our neighborhood. Beneath the canopy of trees shading our path, the scent of impending rain surrounding falling leaves engulfed us. Somewhere ahead, I could smell the crisp crackling of wood burning on a fire. Despite the chill of the breeze biting through my sweater I couldn’t help but hum Moondance to myself.

It was a marvelous night for a moondance.

As we rounded the corner, in search of s’mores and bonfires, Destroy cooed. All in an instant I was brought immediately to the present with the two handsome men escorting me and transported back to autumn evenings spent at my parents cabin in the mountains.

The moment was fresh. Peaceful. Calm.

I blame our busy lives; we rush around trying to control where we are now and push ourselves toward the direction we’ve decided is best ahead. But sometimes our senses remember. And every so often, they throw the past back in our face.

Scent and sound are significant triggers. When was the last time you heard a song and were transported back to the moment it first represented? When was the last time you were fully present in a moment? Just to be.

It began to drizzle. As we headed back, REM’s Nightswimming lit up my iPod. It fit. In front of me, my two children laughed. I watched them making a mess of their graham cracker snack. I promised them a future with melty chocolate and marshmallows.

I wonder where my life would be if I’d headed south instead of north 15 years ago… A slideshow of the past two decades flashed through my mind.

We walked inside, back to reality. But I was holding on to my moment. And then I looked at my son and said, “No sweetie, the macaroni doesn’t go up our noses.”


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2 Responses to Marvelous Night for a Moondance

  1. “When was the last time you were fully present in a moment? Just to be.”

    On the balcony of a hut in Bora Bora with my new (amazingly wonderful) wife. I had the same type of moment you mentioned. (but she didn’t put macaroni up her nose…)

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