So much treasure suspended in motion, space, feeling, a tumble of locomotion commotions and contradictions collide in one life, all life, and we rarely know just how amazing it all is. My week pounds out a rhythm barely doable here and in the middle of it all someone precious fades into the next expression of love’s history, retreating from any mode of tangible accessibility. The shock spreads my time across a canvas of love-tension, stretching out details, slowing the blur just enough to observe. Death, loss, knowing and being known, lingering impressions and poignant etches trail across the memorial halls of soul, haunt the ticking clock I can’t hear but feel. All the details strike me as surreal, suspended, a slow-motion collage of awareness and a sense of life “moving forward” but freeze-framed and thriving beyond the losses.
Where are we really? All of us…do we know? What great undone “thing” suspends us as we advance, clings to us as we strip away whatever we can? I don’t want to miss anything… and yet… the most we can do, most of the time, is feast as we go, trust as we flow and stay aware of how much power we do have, love-power. Everything else is just clutter.