Monday, December 22, 2008

The moment..........

Coming upon a tree in fruit or flower in a hedgerow where it was either never before noticed or forgotten about after planting - while walking through a paddock in these hills is a joyous surprise. It is the fine line of life, which has no special days but special events and discoveries, in just the ordinary way of life by the simple act of living. The beauty or bravery of every living thing, often not noticed by anyone especially those who are exhibiting it, while quietly going about the business of living the way the universe intended, fills every waking moment, and recites dream stories while we sleep. Nothing is more certain in life than living and dying and nothing is more important than to do, just because it feels right, and most especially when no one notices and it is just we and the moment.

Experiencing every moment as one of magical insight, makes one wonder why it should happen to us, and makes one hope that everyone has experienced something like this as well. It is such an experience in this instance of the discovery of the tree, it seems it is between the tree and oneself, so much so, that to sit on the ground where this pleasure can be viewed more closely and held as long as possible seems immensely important. To see that every living thing blossoms and fruits in such a way, not to be admired, but to be themselves and enjoy every moment of pleasure, and there are many, or maybe it is every moment as I have always suspected and found to be so during my lifetime.

If every moment is not special and to be considered so, it must be because I'm being to short sighted and not looking carefully enough? Because there are others who don't see it that way, it must either be because in my case, I make it so, or others make it not?

As this quote by John Keats:

I scarcely remember counting upon any Happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights—or if a Sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel. -----------JOHN KEATS