It is an impossible task to pick one day that you feel has been the best day ever.
If you are over 50 like me, then there are so many days of your life to consider. There are the greats, the good, the mixed the everyday type day and the down right bad (that turns good). And if you actually live your life, then there will be a multitude of in betweens.
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now
On this blog and my writing area on Medium, I have shared many May More times. I always try to convey the emotion I felt and discuss the event as honestly as I can. So far I have lived a varied life with much to tell. And the best thing is I am lucky to be healthy and, in the main, happy – ish… I am still trying to be more of an optimist, but it doesn’t come naturally.
Days and Dates in my Life
Oh, your smiling face, your gracious presence
While the fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh, the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night
Giving birth to my children Darling Near Miss and Mona were great days indeed. But painful and emotional, with the added realisation that I would never really be free again. I often feel I have had better days with them as they grew up, being the proud mum.
My best dates ever were with my man. When we first met, before I had my kids, we were out on a date and he kissed me in the pouring rain on a bridge with the river raging past. We went our separate ways and then found each other years later and both remembered that moment. It was in my mind when I chose the header image above and also used the same photo in the prompt post 4 thoughts. One of our first dates, when we got back together after many years of not being in contact, was also special as it cemented our reborn relationship. We felt lucky to be given a second chance.
These are days of the endless dancing
And the long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I’m holding you, oh, so tight
Days that added to my puzzle
In my life, one of the biggest hurdles I have had to face is working through being adopted as a baby. Even though I adored my mum who brought me up and gave me a moral code, I often felt disconnected to those around me. It is not surprising as until I held Darling Near Miss in my arms I realised I had never looked into the eyes of a blood relative. At that moment I knew why I often felt detached from the world – I needed some questions answered as to
where the fuck did I come from?
So, I started a journey that literally nearly blew my mind. But once over, I felt a little more grounded and connected to a certain extent. I still have many pieces of my puzzle missing, and recently had a startling epiphany that I may have met my birth dad when I was a young girl. However, the days I spent around my birth mum and half-siblings has to be up there with being some of the best so far…
These are the days by the sparkling river
And His timely grace and the treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
And the the water turned into wine
I was chatting online yesterday with a couple of girlfriends about the future and even though it won’t be as I hoped because of what has gone on over the last 18mths in the world in general, I pray for good days up ahead, for me and my man but most of all for my children.
These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You’ve got to hold them in your heart
Song lyrics from “These are the Days” by Van Morrison.
Header image from pexels.