Moments

Moments are but brief sec­onds that echo for a few min­utes. Some­times a sin­gle moment can set the mood for the whole day. Some moments change the course of your entire life. They seem to hap­pen on their own — usu­ally while you are busy doing some­thing else. A feel­ing con­nects with an outer or inner sym­bol. It is a “chicken or egg” sort of thing. We do not know which actu­ally comes first — the sym­bol or the feel­ing. Even mem­o­ries are sym­bols. It is a mys­tery what spurs them into aware­ness.
Aro­mas work like the glimpse of a great work of art, or notic­ing some­thing grand in nature — a sun­set or an approach­ing storm. The sounds of chil­dren play­ing, a dis­tant siren, or even the com­mon sounds of your own home can serve as the door­way to that “bal­cony” moment of won­der. God put our noses on the front of our heads for a pur­pose. Sec­ond only to the eyes in aware­ness, is the olfac­tory sense of the many scents around us. Drive with the win­dows down once in a while. Even a whiff of the car that just passed you counts. How often has spent fuel and oil been part of your sen­sate life?
I sel­dom look for moments, but wel­come them regard­less. No, I am not some sort of feel­ings junkie. I have sim­ply learned that per­cep­tions come in moments, and that they carry unique kalei­do­scopic pos­si­bil­i­ties. Some­how the soul works the for­got­ten in with the novel. Old and new alike go into the mix. The result is in the moment. It can range from annoy­ing to ecsta­tic. It is impor­tant to pay atten­tion to the full spec­trum of pos­si­bil­i­ties.
Per­haps some­time today you will have a moment of total peace. Maybe you will have a real­iza­tion or insight into some­thing that has haunted you for years. There is the pos­si­bil­ity that just for a moment all of life comes together for you. Do not be sur­prised if that moment fol­lows the feel­ing that every­thing is falling apart. The ten thou­sandth time you do some­thing or the first both hold the pos­si­bil­ity of con­nect­ed­ness. Today may be a thou­sand moments all seem­ingly dis­parate, or it could be one long almost eter­nal aware­ness. There is no way to pre­dict it.
Imag­ine never-ending moments, then set your pri­or­i­ties. You will be amazed by the dif­fer­ence in your life-quality.