THIS MOMENT MATTERS . . . even in the writing of this story, I notice moments as fleeting, difficult to observe and yet compelling. My thoughts want to bounce around, sort, try to understand and decide what to do next. Herein, I believe, lies the secret that matters most in our lives, our happiness, and that is to take time and notice the moment.
Sometimes, I get a feeling to stop what I’m doing, breathe deep, look around and savor the sounds I hear, feel the air ― smell the earth. That’s all we have, really, is a moment, no matter how hard we try to file it in the past, as a memory, or arrange it as a hope for the future. Just a moment: one after the other and never the same ― slipping away. It’s an attempt to hold onto something, to make it real or give it a purpose instead of allowing it to be what it is.
I remember one morning on my way to work. It was early and the sun was beginning to rise. As I came around the corner, the sun cast an orange glow on the mountain’s cascading boulders ahead of me. The beauty struck me so much that it caught my breath. I was in awe of the perfection of the shadows and radiance.
I almost stopped to turn around and get my camera, as I wasn’t far from home, but I knew it wouldn’t last.
So, I continued, slowly, winding down our road to the highway, enjoying intermittent glimpses of Nature’s magnificent canvas of the morning sunrise on Lone Rock and the outcroppings.
I reconciled not going back to get my camera, telling myself that the mountains and rocks are not going anywhere and the sun comes up the same every day. I’ll see it again. Then, I’ll get a picture, when I have more time.
But, instead of pulling off to the side of the road and stopping to appreciate and treasure the moment, I had other things on my mind I needed to do ― like get to work. So far, I’ve never seen another sunrise quite like that on the mountains. There was magic that I still feel today and remember.
The secret in the energy of the moment is what we feel and capture. That stays with us and is what we hold when the moment is long gone. Though they pass so swiftly, we still remain and so does the feeling. There are some moments I’d rather forget and not feel but, thankfully, over time, most of those have lost their effect on me.
“We all sit around in a circle and suppose, while the secret sits in the center and knows.” ~~ Robert Frost
I notice more these days that I’m getting better at feeling and capturing the moments. I wonder if it’s because my life has slowed down or if it’s because I’ve finally arrived at a place where I’m more willing to consciously be aware and treasure my life.
One example I had, of a moment that stayed with me, came in watching a video a couple of weeks ago of Leonard Cohen’s song, “Hallelujah”, sung by K.D. Lang. There is something about the pure energy of love and compassion that comes through in her performance that is real and powerful. It stirred me to my core, sent chills through my body and made me weep. Still does in watching it again to include here in my story.
Maybe you’ll see what I mean in watching it.
This is magic, when we have moments that touch our souls, cause us to pause and take us out of our element to transform us in some way. I believe it’s happening all the time, everywhere. It’s a matter of tuning into the moment and magic.
Pat from the ol’ kitchen table