This Magic Moment
In a past post I've written about difficulties with what I call, "The Onslaught of Thought," a terrifying real swirl of every recallable experience of mine, whether good, bad, or indifferent. They come as pieces of a puzzle: in colors, words, sounds; in pictures, actions, feelings - and often in combinations indescribable.
Most of us, though, even in the midst of our worst days, have had at least one perfect time, just one instance of being so involved with the moment that it rapidly disappears, but leaves an indelible mark on the soul. I read many posts already yearning for spring. We, too, love to be that flower or grass blade that wriggles itself free from the dormant earth and blooms, even tentatively, on a warmer, sunlit day.
What if that moment, though, doesn't arrive? Be honest with yourself. What would you say you didn't accomplish that you wanted to? Is it the all-consuming art piece or book, or would you identify something simpler, such as saying, "I love you" to a friend or relative?
CJ Madigan, fellow Artellaland member, writes in her book Behind the Studio Door about the differences between artists and non-artists - those, though, who want to be artists, writers, or even dancers. She concludes that the singular characteristic defining the two groups is that the artists have chosen now to write, to paint, to dance; purposely fitting it into their lives. Now is the magic moment. I think if we are honest with ourselves and what we absolutely want from our lives, we'll have to agree that being in this very minute is the best one in which to be completely, fully ourselves and purposely push the distractions away. Only then can we say we've led the authentic life.
Thank you for allowing me to be in my moment here with you.