My lifestyle has slowed and the minutes can now be extended into moments; sometimes
unexpected, other times anticipated or planned. These tiny immeasurable units of time define
me and validate the journey. Knowing that I have traveled with purpose, I welcome the moments
which remind me of who I am.
The pause today, came without fanfare on the warm afternoon breeze. Windows were open and the fresh air was a welcome respite from the recent deluge of heavy rain. I smelled hopefulness.
Several months had slipped away and I missed the piano. I missed the part of myself that used
to play every day. I wondered what had taken me away from joy.
But joy is subjective and I'm to blame for its banishment. I allowed the complexities of day to day living to interfere and I'm tired. I welcome interruption of self; I believe in a life fragmented. Living
in pieces, chunks and snippets is freeing. I'm not advocating for remnants, shreds or merely the lingering remains of a purpose driven life, I'm grateful for the opportunities which come by way of a full stop, deep breathing and choosing to continue on or selecting another path.
Given that mankind follows a patterned existence and is guided by an internal clock tempered
by instinct, perpetuity is optional. If we choose to limit our routines based on these factors,
we soon run out of that which distinguishes us from the lesser apes. Accepting the belief that
the universe is indefinable and our place in it is transient, makes the opportunity to be awe inspired
so precious and life affirming.
When was the last time you paused in your rush to get to the next whatever? Do you now regret
that those missed seconds resulted in your not changing? Second guessing yourself and living
with remorse, for not being in the moment, is the fodder for many a great poem. The what if's
have a tendency to weigh us down.
Challenges can be simply overwhelming. Living and experiencing life are not synonymous.
Perhaps it takes the cumulative missed moments in our lives to make us appreciate the unexpected
interruptions. Perhaps it takes the unexpected interruptions to make us grateful that there are
more than twenty four hours in our day.