The Sands of Time

The law of attraction to positive thoughts and serenity took a backseat to Murphy’s Law. You know, that saying: “Anything that can go wrong, will…?”

That summed up last week for me in a nutshell; seven days of wth’s, “are you serious?” “this can’t be happening,” and other euphemisms. No one could have foreseen the series of unfortunate events that took place. 

My work-week in Miami seemed like a mini vacay gone wrong. The flames of my newfound  “all-is-right-in-the-world” attitude, was slowly extinguishing.

Exaggeration, perhaps, but the emotional trepidation was all too real. It made me question everything I’ve been doing in my career and in personal relationships.

However, I decided to make the best of a bad situation, planted my mustard seed and proceeded to take life as it came.

They say God has a sense of humor and I have learned  there is some truth in it. I know He is working on some things, and I hold fast to that thought.

As fate would have it, my literature for this trip was fitting. The irony. But still thankful for the time to take it in.

Was totally treated to a spa day amidst all the drama. Thanks, V!

What gave me that added boost was the support of my nearest and dearest friends, some co-workers, and my love of the sun and the sand.

Breaking dawn at the beach after a great work night

True, the sun gives life, but when it shines on me, it feels like it’s pouring every ounce of energy it has into my being. It makes me…happy! I pray we never lose this bond.

No beach run, however random, was not passed up. As a matter of fact, my last days in Miami were spent walking, swimming, and sun bathing on South Beach.

Super excited by the sunshine.

I’m almost always smiling when I’m in the water.

What can I say? I’m a summer baby. It’s only fitting that I adore these things. But it goes beyond that.

In the most trying of times, there will be that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, that rainbow after the storm. There always is.

I love that I’m learning patience and humility.  I can’t help but to laugh at all the situations I found myself in, and continue to find myself in.

More-so, I can’t imagine what would have been the outcome had my reaction to any or all of them been different.

As I thought of my plight and the message I was ultimately to receive, not to mention my walks in the sand, this poem came to me, which I must in turn share with you. I could not have said it better…

Here are the last four stanzas of A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

 Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, — act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I have no intentions on sitting back while life throws rotten apples at me (last cliché, I promise). I know it will from time to time. But I’m choosing to stay the course, and hold out for a fruitful tree.

Like the moments spent on the beach, I want to leave my footprints in the sand of time.


About Melissa J
Producer. Videographer. Writer by inspiration. This is a blog on my journey through life, mixed in with a little of what interests me, what I think about, and what I do. I'm very random but I believe in the saying "variety is the spice of life." I live each day trying to fulfill my purpose and enjoying the life God has granted me.

2 Responses to The Sands of Time

  1. Wilfrance Pouyes says:

    Sorry to hear about your series of unfortunate events, but hopefully my 2 cents from Mama Mya & Auntie Gigi, lol, will only add to your visceral sense of optimism in the midst of hardships:

    “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty”, by Mya Angelou.

    Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)
    by Nikki Giovanni

    I was born in the congo
    I walked to the fertile crescent and built
    the sphinx
    I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
    that only glows every one hundred years falls
    into the center giving divine perfect light
    I am bad

    I sat on the throne
    drinking nectar with allah
    I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
    to cool my thirst
    My oldest daughter is Nefertiti
    the tears from my birth pains
    created the nile
    I am a beautiful woman

    I gazed on the forest and burned
    out the sahara desert
    with a packet of goat’s meat
    and a change of clothes
    I crossed it in two hours
    I am a gazelle so swift
    so swift you can’t catch me

    For a birthday present when he was three
    I gave my son hannibal an elephant
    He gave me rome for mother’s day
    My strength flows ever on

    My son noah built new/ark and
    I stood proudly at the helm
    as we sailed on a soft summer day
    I turned myself into myself and was
    men intone my loving name
    All praises All praises
    I am the one who would save

    I sowed diamonds in my back yard
    My bowels deliver uranium
    the filings from my fingernails are
    semi-precious jewels
    On a trip north
    I caught a cold and blew
    My nose giving oil to the arab world
    I am so hip even my errors are correct
    I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
    the earth as I went
    The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
    across three continents

    I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
    I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

    I mean…I…can fly
    like a bird in the sky…

    ……that being said, STAY STRONG & STAY BLESSE:-D

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