THAT Moment

It’s after 9 o clock on a windy June night. Family is camping, and I am outside by myself this late eve, listening to the surf in the distance (I am camping near Lake Michigan) and the wind through the trees, a bit of minor chord music floating through the breeze from my phone.

It’s one of moments that just find you. Catches you Unaware. Open. Impressionable. A moment you find yourself not wanting to give up.

Not yet.

I like to think of these moments as Cosmic Connections. Extended mental moments where everything is possible. You know … that confusing moment where your daydreams becomes real.

THOSE odd moments.

Listening to the waves on the lake takes me  back to Florida with my family in the spring. Flushes and flashes of wonderful memories and lots of love. These reflections flash back further memories of years gone by. Beaches or oceans or lakes filled with waves of new ideas, new inspirations, even new loves splashing up against the beach ….. over and over again.

I enjoy minor chord music, often finding it through haunting titles or dark academia playlists on YouTube. Listening to the minor chords softly dancing off the speaker makes me think of faeries or spirits or ghosts of those who hide back in the foggy past. Names that have long slipped my mind or those who haunt my dreams still, all play in my consciousness and my dreams.

And the trees. Staring at the outline above, I’m alone in my appreciation, my interpretation of the dark  green against the dusty blue. The view is amazing. nature in all its glory. A stencil created by powers unknown just for that moment.

A stencil created just for me.

Back in the camper, I’m relegated to the bottom bunk, to which I readily agree. I lay with my head facing the window I’m free to open. I am separate from the rest of my family, free to wander where I will, connected yet detached.

Kinda like dreaming.

A moment all by myself. A moment TO myself. More may come, but none like this. A moment singular in its clarity.

So I embrace the unknown, the strange and the cosmic. I let myself wander and wonder. Something curious around every corner. Just for me. 

What better place to start wandering than my lower bunk in the camper with the open window.

I hope you find time to connect one-on-one with the beauty around you. Moments are created just for you. And only you.

Listen. Watch. Participate.

 

 

 

 

 

Time

Jim Croce sang about time in a bottle, keeping every moment he spent with his love in it.

Time is one of those haunting things that can never be saved nor repeated. It can be savored only at the moment of its  existence, its replay often embellished or altered within the human mind.

I am thinking, too, that time only becomes important once it has passed.

Sitting outside this morning, the songs of birds dancing all around me, the wind gently tinkling the wind chimes, I found the perfect moment. No promises of tomorrow, no memories of the past, only the wind chimes and birds and sunshine in my private space.

It was perfect.

Why can’t we create an extended version of this ecstasy? Why can’t we have extended periods of bliss?

Perhaps the gods think that eternal bliss would eventually burn us out. That we’d short circuit after about 10 minutes of eternal highness. Perhaps the human brain is not capable of holding onto nirvana. That there is no evolution in endless nirvana. No moving forward.

After all, who would finish washing the dishes or go grocery shopping for the family?

Time is precious simply because is it is fleeting. Time exists to enlighten and connect for mere moments before changing its shape and color and state of being.

Human beings grasp onto these moments because they want to connect with their inner vibration. A vibration that can only exist in the Now. Like a bubble, sparking and lighter than air, floating up and up for a fraction of a second before bursting into never more.

Think about all the moments you haven’t thought about. Haven’t let touch you. Life is full of those moments. Many moments are just that… a flash of something you’d rather not deal with or are a result of everyday mundane actions.  Moments that don’t really matter for they are just like the moments before and after.

But once in a while we pause. We connect. And remember.

There are millions of memorable moments every day. All we need to do is stop and savor them when they connect.

As you get older you realize that your special moments will be coming to an end. No birds chirping in the trees, no grandchild giggling, no quiet pets with your dogs.

Start savoring those moments today. Take time to get high on life. It is beautiful and magical and changes every moment, whether you can sense it or not.

There is no way to capture time in a bottle.
The only capturing can be in your heart.

 

 

 

Moments

There are moments when everything in  life becomes crystal clear. Quiet moments, moments of perfect connections; moments of peace and moments of exhilaration.

Not everyone connects with their soul in peace and quiet.  Not everyone can meditate, or go to church, or walk through the woods.

But we all find a way.

Sometimes we find our place in the cosmos reading a story to a child. Or cuddling and snuggling. Sometimes it’s found in sitting quietly and petting a purring cat. Some connect with their inner magic reading poetry or writing it.

I sometimes wonder why we don’t have that cosmic moment more often. Why it’s so hard to hold onto that feeling of total satisfaction, total acceptance, along with the positive anticipation of tomorrow’s dreams.

At this particular moment I am sitting with the computer on my lap, looking out the window at the morning sunshine, listening to a playlist called Book Club on Spotify. Everyone is still sleeping. The shadows created by the trees around the house play with the sunshine on the deck railings, reflecting the breeze that’s come out to play.

This particular moment is perfect. I know and accept who I am. I’m not competing with anyone else for attention, affection, or acknowledgement. The music takes me to dreams beyond the distant clouds, showing me unlimited possibilities.

But I know this moment of clarity won’t last.

Soon everyone will wake and the bubble will pop. Things like laundry and football games and fetching the dog and paying bills will take over my Sunday, pushing me in other directions.

I will miss this moment of clarity.

Perhaps it’s better we get moments like this only now and then. Perhaps if we lived in perfect acceptance and understanding there would be no growth. No more ah-ha moments.

No more cuddling moments.

Find your moments and let them connect to your deepest self. Know that more moments will come, often when you least expect it. Learn to acknowledge them, to grow with them, and to love them. Then learn to let them go.

That’s what being human is all about.

Faerie Paths – Moments

 

 

 

 

 

Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.

 ~ Aaron Siskind 

 

 

 

I’ve Got a Secret (Song)

Secrets. We all have them.

Maybe they’re more like moments. Moments we never talk about. Most of them don’t mean a thing. But others…

I was driving to work the other day when I heard the lyrics of the song below,  and it zapped my emotions. It was a song that had meaning only to me. A moment in time sort of thing .  But it has to do with a moment that I don’t share.

Soooo…I was wondering. Some of you must have moments you don’t tell for one reason or another that are brought back to mind every time you hear something familiar.

Is there any quote, any line from a movie, any lyrics from a song, that have a special meaning to you and only you? Something that, every time you hear it, a “ping” runs through you, reminding you of that “moment”?

Alrighty, then! Here’s your chance to share your secret moment through a song or a poem or a quote from a movie. Tell us! We don’t have any idea what the secret is, nor do we want to know. I/we just want you to get it off your chest once and for all!

If you always wanted to tell someone something…here’s your chance.

I know I feel better…

I’ll go first.

 

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
(I have become comfortably numb)

Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd

 

Your turn….