One Perfect Moment.....

TigerClaw

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where time stops and you could almost live in that perfect moment.

Some of you may recongnize the quote. Dont mention it. Just go with the phrase.


I thought this idea had some deep meaning. I have felt a few of those moments. Some not so good as when my car as broadsided and thinking of it still seems like an eternity. I felt the car hit, saw my dash in great detail, watched as the driver side window shattered and the glass slowly flew across my vision while looking at the dash......etc.

The good, when I committed myself to a lovely woman. The vision of everything I wanted. The submission she offered. There were several moments when she was in my embrace the moment stood still and the world was perfect. I had been in love before but this was total love. My skin would be on fire, my passion over flowing in our embrace. At that moment she was mine.

Did you ever experience this?
 
Twice... the birth's of my children. Nothing has ever been so perfect as that.

Well... there was this one other time... but I don't want to go there right now.
 
I try to have one of these at least once a week.

I'm not being a sap, I just feel extraordinarily blessed with the people around me. I remember being hard to impress, and I'm much better off easily impressed with the world.

Some standouts, of course, have happened. But they are all very personal, some miserable and excruciating, deaths and disasters, some delightful, proposals and personal milestones.
 
where time stops and you could almost live in that perfect moment.

The first time I held my eldest son in my arms and he opened his eyes and looked at me with a knowing and an understanding.

The first time my youngest son was put in my arms, he instanly relaxed as though he was in the right place.

Both times were just a few minutes after they were born.

Other perfect moments ~

Getting accepted on the nursing course ~ opening the letter and reading without seeing, had already seen in my mind 'I am sorry to ...' had to re-read it because the words looked wrong lol

Walking back into my house after my ex had left, It looked pretty much the same; but it felt empty. Not unpleasant but free, alone and full of this is the beginning of the next part of my life.

The first time I saw Master in r/l the split second before He walked towards me and touched me, I knew I wanted Him.

The not moments that are full of clarity but not pleasant ~

Waking up after my 30th birthday party, people scattered asleep or just waking on the floors of the house, turning on the TV (after being persuauded by my sons that i should/had to) and finding out that Princess Diana had died whilst friends and I partied. The feeling of shock, I am not a royalist but it was so sudden and unexpected. It affected everyone in the house. We just stared at the tv not really believeing it.

Having a phone call from my husband to turn on the tv and seeing the second plane hit the twin towers. I am lucky I did not know anyone in there but the slow realisation that it was not an accident. Even now seeing footage makes me feel ill with 100 emotions.

My heart goes to all those who were in the towers and planes and all who knew them xxx
 
A Desert Rose said:
Twice... the birth's of my children. Nothing has ever been so perfect as that.

Well... there was this one other time... but I don't want to go there right now.

Why? Afraid to open up? <teaseing>

K&Hs sylvan pet said:
i've had that a few times myself sorta... the good times seem to slip away from me, whereas the bad ones seem etched forever...
I understand. That accident was the strongest memory for a long time.

The good memories are lasting because they started to happen more frequently with that one person. It was a great experience that I hope will happen again with someone else.

Netzach said:
I try to have one of these at least once a week.

Some standouts, of course, have happened. But they are all very personal, some miserable and excruciating, deaths and disasters, some delightful, proposals and personal milestones.

If you have special frienships and people in your life, why cant you try to have at least one in your life. I think it is an admirable goal. Unfortunately, I am not too sure how well we can make those kind of moments happen. The horrible ones are uncontrollable and the lack of control of bad events in our life probably fire the endorfins or whatever off in our brains.

The good, was set off at deep realizations of what a person meant to me.
 
Re: where time stops and you could almost live in that perfect moment.

shy slave said:
The first time I held my eldest son in my arms and he opened his eyes and looked at me with a knowing and an understanding.

The first time my youngest son was put in my arms, he instanly relaxed as though he was in the right place.

Both times were just a few minutes after they were born.

Other perfect moments ~

Getting accepted on the nursing course ~ opening the letter and reading without seeing, had already seen in my mind 'I am sorry to ...' had to re-read it because the words looked wrong lol

Walking back into my house after my ex had left, It looked pretty much the same; but it felt empty. Not unpleasant but free, alone and full of this is the beginning of the next part of my life.

The first time I saw Master in r/l the split second before He walked towards me and touched me, I knew I wanted Him.

The not moments that are full of clarity but not pleasant ~

Waking up after my 30th birthday party, people scattered asleep or just waking on the floors of the house, turning on the TV (after being persuauded by my sons that i should/had to) and finding out that Princess Diana had died whilst friends and I partied. The feeling of shock, I am not a royalist but it was so sudden and unexpected. It affected everyone in the house. We just stared at the tv not really believeing it.

Having a phone call from my husband to turn on the tv and seeing the second plane hit the twin towers. I am lucky I did not know anyone in there but the slow realisation that it was not an accident. Even now seeing footage makes me feel ill with 100 emotions.

My heart goes to all those who were in the towers and planes and all who knew them xxx

I just could not edit this to save space. So much of this is awesome. When I first posted this I was only thinking of the most dramatic moments I could remember. But all of you are so damn correct about all of these moments.

I remember the first time I sat down with the kids that had grown in time to be my kids. They got into this very in depth serious discussion. The words they spoke were,

What?
I dont know.
I dont know?
I dont know.
Why?
I dont know.
Why?
I dont know!
I dont know?
etc.

I soaked it all up, it was great. Kids can definitely give you moments.
 
The birth of my son, emergency c-section. I can remember how slow i felt they were moving and knowing they needed to move faster...i remember holding my breath when i knew he was out...waiting for some kind of sound from him. i think that was the longest 5 seconds i ever lived.
My daughter being placed in my arms even before the cord was cut. Her looking right at me as if she knew me forever. Me fighting off nurses who wanted to take her away so i could have that moment.
The time between my grannys last breath and the nurse calling time of death. She looked at me as if to say she was sorry, i remember not wanting to say its ok granny...wanting her not to go...thinking that if i didnt say it she wouldnt.
My fathers voice on the phone on 9/11,cold and oddly calm. he knew before it was said what was happening. Told me to call the school and he and i were going to get my son, that attempt at phone calls to family in NY could wait. Calling the school and being told that i couldnt get my son, that state police were there and no one was even allowed in the parking lot. The wait for the bus that day.
My sisters voice on the phone after hours of trying to find her.

There are tons more, but these stand out in my mind this morning. :rose:
 
Those moments come at odd times in my life...

The moment I held my son for the first time... the old soul meeting an older one...

The perfectness of my grandson, laying on the couch with him asleep in my arms...

That odd catch that comes sometimes and takes my breathe away when I remember a particular time with Himself... a moment of rare perfection...

The first time I was in New York standing in front of Bryant Park and looking up town... what a view...
 
For me, time stopped when he first said " you know... um, I think I love you" in that ever so endering way of his. It's so fucking cheesy I know but it was so unexpected because noone had ever said that to me before in a romantic way and we'd been together about three months, and he'd never said anything like that before.

He said it just slipped out oneday when i was upset about something stupid. When he said the words....i sobbed even more....that worried him....until he saw the big fat smile on my face :D Now we say it all the time, almost obsessively, and i can't say that time stands still everytime we say it, but sometimes still when he say I love you in that certain way- it makes me weak at the knees.


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. :heart:

Now I'm going to go and puke! :p
 
Seeing him for the first time after six weeks of BMT, wishing I could really hug him.

Watching him come down the steps of the terminal after 5 months seperation (a lot for one married but three days before this seperation).

Sitting in my truck after being rear-ended, furious and in pain, wanting to kick the the hell out of the car that hit me.

There are some others, good and bad but those are the most prominant, least traumatizing ones, LOL. Far as I can remember at 520 am.
 
curiousjen said:
For me, time stopped when he first said " you know... um, I think I love you" in that ever so endering way of his. It's so fucking cheesy I know but it was so unexpected because noone had ever said that to me before in a romantic way and we'd been together about three months, and he'd never said anything like that before.

He said it just slipped out oneday when i was upset about something stupid. When he said the words....i sobbed even more....that worried him....until he saw the big fat smile on my face :D Now we say it all the time, almost obsessively, and i can't say that time stands still everytime we say it, but sometimes still when he say I love you in that certain way- it makes me weak at the knees.


ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. :heart:

Now I'm going to go and puke! :p


You could have warned us to get sick bags before we read it lol

Actually I bet everyone here can relate to your words.

You describe that first blurting of the words and how it made you feel in such a good way I am sitting smiling at the computer!!

Sick bag anyone??? :D
 
shy slave said:
You could have warned us to get sick bags before we read it lol

Actually I bet everyone here can relate to your words.

You describe that first blurting of the words and how it made you feel in such a good way I am sitting smiling at the computer!!

Sick bag anyone??? :D

lol well I'm glad i can make you smile through the carrot chunks

Actually, smiling whilst vomiting could be dangerous and / or unhyginic *wags finger* so you have been warned!
 
A tiny tiny hijack sorry in advance Tiger

curiousjen said:
lol well I'm glad i can make you smile through the carrot chunks

Actually, smiling whilst vomiting could be dangerous and / or unhyginic *wags finger* so you have been warned!

Hmm I wondered what was stuck in my teeth. Do you see carrots ....look ...:D lol
 
Like most Moms here, holding my daughter for the first time was an epiphany. I didn't get to hold her until about 14 hours after the emergency c-section--I was unstable, and I finally was able to be awake and well enough to hold her. She was fine, and a miracle. I don't remember anything about the room, or who was there....nothing but her, and her eyes, and the way she felt, and smelled.

~~*~~

Sitting in the baggage claim area of the Minneapolis/St Paul airport waiting for the driver to pick me up to take me to a 30 day Rehab after 7 days of detox. I had just flown in from Alaska, and I was scared out of my mind. Detox had been a blur, and I was sitting there thinking, this is the beginning of the rest of my life. It was a moment.

~~*~~

Getting out of the car and meeting him for the first time, after a month or so of talking online and by phone. I drove 650 miles, thinking and mulling over starting a long distance relationship, excited and scared all at once. I saw him, and and he said something funny and things just sort of narrowed down, and I thought....yeah.

~anelize
 
Our lives are most often influenced and changed by moments instead of years. Have you ever thought how many things in your life are brought about by a split second discision or occurrance? Sure, the years do alot too, but it is the moments that matter. To live in the moment is the key. We can always live for tomorrow, we survived the past, but the moment is ours to live. Sometimes those moments can feel like years.

When my Father was hit and killed in a motorcycle accident I was not 50 feet behind him. I saw it happenning, knew he was going to be hit, and could do nothing. I tried, the time it took me to get to him afterwards was but a mere moment but it felt like hours. I have never felt so helpless in my life.

I can see how many find birth the greatest moment they have felt. As one who has never had children of my own ( We have fostered 3 till adults) ,I can only imagine and be in envy.

I wish more people could understand the power of a momnet. It would make people realize they need to slow down and think a little.
 
shy slave said:
You could have warned us to get sick bags before we read it lol

Actually I bet everyone here can relate to your words.

You describe that first blurting of the words and how it made you feel in such a good way I am sitting smiling at the computer!!

Sick bag anyone??? :D

No! Dispite everything I do still believe in love. I just have to fight for it more now a days and not let lugage get in the way.
 
curiousjen said:
lol well I'm glad i can make you smile through the carrot chunks

Actually, smiling whilst vomiting could be dangerous and / or unhyginic *wags finger* so you have been warned!


I just hope that this love grows and continues to strengthen for the two of you.

<Gets my camera for future black mail pic of shy..... Anyone want to see a flatering pic? 5 bucks.>
 
AnelizeDarkEyes said:
Like most Moms here, holding my daughter for the first time was an epiphany.
Having 3 sisters and being the oldest I can understand.
~~*~~

Detox had been a blur, and I was sitting there thinking, this is the beginning of the rest of my life. It was a moment.
Has everything turned out ok? Was it, is it the beginning of the rest of your life?
~~*~~

I drove 650 miles, thinking and mulling over starting a long distance relationship, excited and scared all at once.
I support any LDR. I expereinced 2 and my heart goes out to any couple that can make it. LDR's have there own set of problems and hurdles to over come. I am in the cheering section for you two if your still in the relationship.


~anelize
 
ToyDoc said:
I wish more people could understand the power of a momnet. It would make people realize they need to slow down and think a little.

So, I take it you support the idea that a moment can be purposely enjoyed, savored, experienced? The kind of moment where time stops and you can live in it?

This thread has made me realize there are several kinds of moments and different kinds affect people as 'the' moment.
 
~my childbirth moments~

My son was also born via csection. Towards the end I was given a general anesthetic because the epidural didn't work properly. Fast forward several hours later - I was in my room, alone with my baby (husband had left to take the inlaws home). I was too weak to hold my son, so he was next to me in the clear basonette. I had some kind of pain medication drip. My son was laying there so peaceful so I took the oportunity to rest. I was starting to drift off when I realised I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air and pushed the nurse call button I don't know how many times but to no avail. I remember thinking that I was totally helpless. Then I looked at my son. God he was gazing at me with big eyes. I thought to myself if *I* was helpless who would take care of him? And then I started breathing again. Easily the most terrifying moment of my life.

I wanted a different experience for my daughter's birth. It was a vaginal birth, probably the biggest success of my life, but I didn't get that moment of holding her that KC described. She had some respirtory problems and was taken to the special care nursery for a few hours. Luckily a sympathetic nurse brought her to me after about 1/2 hour so I could breasfeed her. I am so thankful for that.

She's 4 months so I'm still having all sorts of moments of wonder. I think the one I will remember forever happened when she was about a month or so old. People talk about one of the benifits of breastfeeding being that it helps to develop the mother/child bond. I remember looking down at her after nursing her and seeing her looking up at me so sweetly. Now, you may all think I'm nuts, but I swear it was like watching her fall in love with me. It was beautiful.
 
AnelizeDarkEyes said:
~~*~~

Sitting in the baggage claim area of the Minneapolis/St Paul airport waiting for the driver to pick me up to take me to a 30 day Rehab after 7 days of detox. I had just flown in from Alaska, and I was scared out of my mind. Detox had been a blur, and I was sitting there thinking, this is the beginning of the rest of my life. It was a moment.

~~*~~

~anelize

Ahhh land of 10,000 recoveries. You might find a certain resonance in the memoir Dry by Augusten Burroughs about being in an un-named GLBT recovery program out in this fine corner of the strip-mall filled earth. Some damn fine writing.
 
Everything "turned out" pretty good. It was the first day of the rest of my life. I'm happily sober for just shy of 5 years. I got my life together and know who I am, and what I want out of life today. All of that from a moment in an airport. Pretty impressive, LOL.

LDRs ARE tough. I've posted about ours in several spots on this board. We hung tough for a year, and he moved down here in February. We're happy together and life is good. It takes committment and patience on both partner's parts.

Netzach, thanks for the tip. I'll look for it :).

~anelize
 
I see a perfect Moment coming up. Damn.

I am not going into detail. Some know the crap behind it some dont. Two people who have become my dearest friends in (because of) the last 2 years are going to be in my home town on Friday. One is here now and I saw her yesterday. Talk about a moment it was the whole afternoon and early evening.

We rehashed High School, showed each other where we lived, saw how our pathes crossed so frequently, and visited the most important place on earth for the two of us. Now, what makes this so important is the fact we are only friends and were able to share this as friends. This place has always defined who I am. I was so impressed to see the meaning it had for her also. To spend the evening there with her was so damn contentful.

She understood and understands me unlike anyone. (which is sad in a way, you would think a mate would also.) So does the second friend. Why? I think it was something in the water as we grew up. Only kidding. Because we grew up in the same town. We all speak the same language even after all these years.

We shared, laughter, sadness, hope and memories. Yesterday will last a lifetime.

My other friend who has become a dear friend in the last 2 years is coming in this week. I am going to visit again and they are going to meet each other for the first time, although they have talked online. This is the first time for me meeting her face to face also.

I am very happy that they are finally going to meet and I will be the one introducing them together.
 
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K&Hs sylvan pet said:
i don't seem to remember much of anything else about the good times... or, sometimes... all i can remember is a shadow of the physical touch, rather than what i was seeing.. in those memories the context of the moment is lost, but i still have these odd still-frames of individual happy moments...



...sometimes i just want those happy moments back....

How about making some new ones?
 
TigerClaw said:
where time stops and you could almost live in that perfect moment.

Some of you may recongnize the quote. Dont mention it. Just go with the phrase.


I thought this idea had some deep meaning. I have felt a few of those moments. Some not so good as when my car as broadsided and thinking of it still seems like an eternity. I felt the car hit, saw my dash in great detail, watched as the driver side window shattered and the glass slowly flew across my vision while looking at the dash......etc.

The good, when I committed myself to a lovely woman. The vision of everything I wanted. The submission she offered. There were several moments when she was in my embrace the moment stood still and the world was perfect. I had been in love before but this was total love. My skin would be on fire, my passion over flowing in our embrace. At that moment she was mine.

Did you ever experience this?

yes...i've felt a love so perfect i wanted to cry with happiness. where you wrack your brain to try to come up with something to say or do that would express just how much you love this person, and just how much their happiness meant to you. the sheer aching overwhelmingness of it.

another was when i realized that the man i love TRULY understands me. he understands me, in ways no one ever has or will, he understands why i want the things i do, that its not what it seems, that deep down its about something else entirely. in an instant he got what i'd been wishing my whole life that someone would understand about me. i still have yet to compare that feeling with anything else in my life.
 
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