What Moves Me?

So in one of my last posts, I put the question to you — what would you like me to write about? What would you like to know?

Well, a new reader asked a pretty amazing question. She challenged me to share something I haven’t shared. Or, she said, ‘tell me what moves you.’

What moves me? Heck, I’m not even sure what that means exactly. So, in order to answer it I suppose I first need to be able to define it.

To me, something ‘moves me’ if there’s an emotional reaction or deep feeling associated with someone or something.

The ‘movement,’ of course, can be for the emotional good or bad. It just, I suppose, depends on the situation.

So, with that loosely described definition, let’s take a look at some of the things (in no particular order) that do, in fact, move me:

Music. I simply can’t imagine a life without music. I’m not a singer — or at least not a public one. I can’t play an instrument, but the impact music has on me is sometimes even hard for me to explain. I associate songs with people, moments and just about anything. Certain songs spark certain emotions. And that will never change. Yes, I love Bon Jovi. But it’s so far beyond that. I love just about any kind of music. I have ‘high school’ songs, ‘college’ songs, people songs, driving songs, thinking songs. I love songs that mean something — for whatever reason. It could be a classical piece, it could be a country song, it could be a commercial jingle. It doesn’t matter. If it impacts me in any way, it becomes a part of the soundtrack of my life.

Words. More specifically, well thought out emotional and honest words. Written or spoken. Either way. Doesn’t matter. Fact is, words are powerful. For some, it’s easier to write than it is to speak. So what. Fact is, emotions are coming across — regardless of how they are delivered. Is it easier to hide behind the keyboard? Maybe. Heck, I’m even guilty of that at times. Is it ideal? No. But, if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes. Good writing is such an art. An under appreciated art. You don’t always know good when you see it, but you certainly know bad — and that can move me, too — but for all the wrong reasons.

Friends. Can’t live without the support of my friends. I mean, how else do I say it? I’m not one for a huge group of friends. I’m much more of the get close to a smaller number and, well, let them in as far as they want. Those that want in, well, those are the ones I hold close. Those are the ones who let me in in return and the give and take is just fabulous. Friends that I’ve known since first grade. Friends that I’ve known since college. Friends that I’ve known for only a few years. It’s not how long you’ve been friends. It’s about what you’ve experienced. And with mine, well, I’ve experienced a lot — and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I just hope some feel the same about me as I feel about them.

Water. Not the drinking kind. The ocean/river/lake kind — with preference given to the ocean. I’ve been around water my entire life. Growing up by the ocean, going to college on a river, working by a lake. Now working on a river and back by the ocean. So much comfort in the water. A place to go when quiet is needed and thinking needs to be done. I can still see the exact spot I used to go to in college when I needed to be myself. Forget the iPod, didn’t exist then. I’d take the walkman with an Elton John tape(!) and just go sit by the river and think. I got engaged by the ocean for a reason. There’s just something mysterious and comforting about the water. And the best time of year to go to the beach? Now. Haven’t been in a while. Time to go explore.

Family. Be it my kids, my wife, my mom, my siblings, my relatives. Doesn’t matter. Family is important. Don’t forget that. It’s easy to do sometimes. Think of the holidays and what do you remember? Family. The best part of a holiday meal isn’t the turkey or the dessert. No, it’s the rehashing of the same family stories you’ve heard over and over. Stories that have shaped your life. It’s the kids — when after a long day of battles, a simple exchange of please and thank you can do wonders.

So, there are five things that move me — in one way or another. Mostly for the good. This isn’t as easy as it seems. It challenges your own emotions to think of important things that can have an impact on your life — and why. I’m sure more will come up, and, if they do, perhaps I’ll add them here at some point.

In the meantime, thanks to my new reader for asking the question.

And now I ask the same question to all of you.

You now know some of the things that move me. So tell me, what moves you?

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3 Comments on “What Moves Me?”

  1. 5kidswdisabilities says:

    I am moved by the sight of my children fast asleep at night. So peaceful. No stress, for them or for me!

    I am moved by sunsets and autumn leaves and big flake snowfalls.

    I am moved by the feeling I get helping someone else. Today walking home from work I saw a man, obviously homeless., rip down some yellow caution tape and put it in his pants as a belt. I stopped, ripped out my belt and gave it to him. He was happy, but it was nothing compared to the feeling I had of helping someone.

    I am moved by my loving husband and my kids when they are awake, most of the time…

    Lindsey Petersen
    http://5kidswdisabilities.wordpress.com

  2. steffi says:

    I must say that the things that move me are pretty much the same you just named. And you really are a good writer, when it comes to words and writing.

    Not only family but also relatives are the ones that really move me. “I just hope some feel the same about me as I feel about them” -> That is a wonderful sentence. Maybe the most common thought in my mind. I have such strong feelings for my godparents, for example, that all I can do is hope they feel -even a tiny part of the love that I feel about them- somewhat the same about me.

    Thank you for this beautiful post again, you really get readers thinking. Or at least my thoughts start to run. Would you mind if I added your blog to my list of links in my blog?

  3. Oh. I’m glad I stopped back.

    And your list of five is good, very good. Thank you for sharing.

    I am moved by people: my husband Mike who has had my back since we were 16; my two teens who are growing into caring, wonderful young adults; my friends, including The Magnificent Seven; my church family; and those folks I come in contact with as a volunteer.

    I am moved by memories: my father, my sister, my grandparents; my youth, to name a few.

    I am moved by circumstances and chance. And I am grateful every day that I can be moved.


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