Days of Porch Swings and Rocking Chairs
Collection of moments, not things, thrives

rolling down hills of lush green carpet lawns glide through days of porch swings and rocking chairs birds sing and roosters crow as each day dawns sweet tea conversation with special shares
watching the world pass by on country lanes eyes catching dancing flies magical light ebb and constant natural flow remains moons rising stars blanket wrapping the night
soul connection of friendship knows no bounds time stands still when heart beat rhythms connect lyrical memories flow without sounds lifetime kindred spirits as they reflect
where trusted companionship survives collections of moments, not things, thrives
© jules 2023
I recently returned from a bucket list of “jet-setting” away for a weekend, yet what I rediscovered are the simpler things in life that make me thrive.
I flew across the States to visit my lifelong best friend for the long holiday weekend. Leaving the hustle and bustle of work and the West Coast rat race for just a few days, landed me smack dab in a land of memories and my roots. It felt like home.
Memories of fireflies, crickets and cicadas swirled around the porch each day. Rainstorms in the bright sunlight and thunder booming in the distance all brought me a sense of peaceful days at my Grandma’s when I was little.
I savored every moment spent while I was there, which was mainly spent on the porch or the craft room.
Returning home, one of the first articles I read was Anthi Psomiadou’s frequencies in friendship. The line “And the history they create doesn’t have to be world-famous to be significant.” resonated so much with how I felt upon my return.
When we slow down and collect moments, not things, everything becomes more significant.
Anthi Psomiadou also shared a poem by David Rudder about Catching Happiness. My favorite stanza was:
All the fun under the sun, Comes with love and laughter, And stays deep within the heart, Now and ever after.
The channspiration concluded with a text from Marcus aka Gregory Maidman of one of my favorite lines from The Wizard of Oz…..
“A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.” — L. Frank Baum
In the movie, the wizard uses this quote as he hands the Tin Man his heart.
And perhaps that is where home is……the moments we collect from the love of others!

