It is no secret we are attracted by beauty and mesmerized by the intricate. We often give a passing look, perhaps a sigh. But what happens in that brief pause? Do you feel a connection? Experience a bit of wonder? Do you step into the picture and live it for if only a moment? What is the daydream that flashes through your head? What sensations does your body feel?
Much happens in that brief pause. Something caught your eye or stirred your heart. Fully feel the moment. Right in the present where you are. Then see where your mind takes you…the past or the future? Find your connection in the pause.
We know we’re supposed to live in the present. We know we can’t relive the past nor can we with absolute certainly plan the future. What we fail to do in the present is live the pause, to feel the life in the space of time.
A few years ago I tried what I called “living in the gap”. Instead of seeing a bird fly in the sky I watched his wings arc as he glided. I watched the dance of candle flames and watched tree limbs bow good morning to the sun. I found the ornate in common occurrences. I used to share these on my blog. Then I only wrote them in a journal. Eventually I only took notice, and those moments have begun to fade. I need to take the time to notice the ornate within the pause and pulse of life. I’m going to take the time to do this again…for my own benefit. I’m going to share one from the past with you:
January 16, 2012 – Candlelight
The flame flickers and twirls, blackening the jar. Fire arcs and reflects as a half moon in a thimble of melted wax. Three pointed embers of the wick smolder and dance, multiplying into five and returning to three. The flare swirls and rounds into an ocean wave that crashes on the glass bottom. The flame rises as if its escape from the jar is imminent and surrenders momentarily only to regain strength to try again. The three points of the wick lessen to two, one blue eye and one red eye which stare at me in the darkness. Blue and whitened gold suspend above the eyes forming a stocking cap. The flame bows and stands erect, pointing at me as if to say “I am here now in this moment to light your way through this cold, dark night.” The flame stretches, swells, and waves until it disappears, becoming one with the night.