Some moments I want to store in little bottles. Encounters that warm our souls, the awareness of birdsong, the chiming of church bells at 11:45 at night, the streaks of colour that paint the sky as dusk. Times that we can emerge from the blind ends of our internal world, and interact with the external. Connecting with the world around us is a very personal experiance. Words, I often find, can’t *capture* the sunset in the park with a friend, rather if used clumsily they can reduce them. How can we appreciate these special moments? Not drag them out and lose their beauty, neither transiently capture a superficial construct of them.
Perhaps we have to be aware of their tendrils enmeshing into our souls. Moments, tiny and large, which contribute to our lived experiance. There is no framework in which we should experiance the world, no ‘normal’ method. Each of us take up our own space in our lives, and impact others in our own ways. The concept of being ‘weird’ or ‘dysfunctional’ isn’t charged; there are individual ways of perceiving time, place and people. Though it may hurt and take a while, those who really care about you will want to share your world with you- this exclusivity I think is wonderful because we choose which human beings to let in.
Collecting moments is a rather spontaneous act- one foot here then another there. Good moments can turns sour in retrospect and the opposite also can occur. All that we can do is find and join the flow- feel every moment as deeply as we can ( in a genuine way).
When you’re supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you’re supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there’s no flow, stay still.Haruki Murakami (OGs know my obsession with this quote)
Gratitude has been on my mind lately, and the blessings that I take for granted. When I think about them my heart swells, and the clouded moments fade. I’ve been finding the world quite ‘alot’ recently, but it really does boil down to simplifying to what we have and what we are grateful for. Quiet, slow moments balanced with high pressure, loud ones. A slow conscious approach to living, realising the faces around us piece by piece.