Tuesday, June 22, 2010

This moment.

There is a world of talk alive with living in the moment. Being in the here and now and documenting for tomorrow what is happening this instant has become a way of life. Today, I stepped back from the moment.
I looked past the heat and the escalation of frustration and took a rejuvenating, long, deep, breath. I swallowed the fresh wet air and absorbed the warm breeze into my soul. I wondered if the moment I stopped was the very one I was meant to embrace or if the one I was creating was mine to be. I thought of many ways in which chaos manages to infuse itself into the moments. I wonder about the choices we are each present and if our responses aren't the exact deciding factors of how it turns out.
My mind sailed away over the oceans of generations from which I descend. I thought of the dead. In their time, where were they in the moment? Was my paternal grandmother, whom I met but never knew, planning what canning would be prepared with the summer harvest? Was my maternal great-grandmother collecting what she could to provide for hungry children with a husband away at war? Did these roots on my family tree live exclusively in the moment or did they reflect back and dream ahead? Am I the very creation of whispers and wishes they released from their hearts?
Oddly enough or perhaps not odd at all, I couldn't recall what had caused the initial frustrations that warranted this redirection, this reestablished moment. I am excited for the next time one chances upon me.
I encourage you to take a moment and stop.

1 comment:

  1. Love this. I especially love this: "Am I the very creation of whispers and wishes they released from their hearts?" So perfect.