Sitting here high above the river, whiling away the afternoon studying civil procedure, and feeling contemplative and peaceful. One of the benefits of middle age is that I recognize both the beauty of this moment and its fleeting nature. Here this moment, gone very soon. So I'm grateful for this moment.
At times like this I wish I could capture somehow this feeling so that I can bring it back when life presses in hard. But alas, my humanity gets in the way and I forget, or at least forget to remember. Still, right now I can see forever, and all is well. That water rushing over the dam has no thought for from whence it came and where it goes. It just goes. I am incapable of such mindlessness nearly always, save rare occasions.
It's one of the things I find enticing about foreign travel. I am suddenly sitting in a place I've never been, where no one knows me, no one knows where I am, and the noise and language surrounding me are foreign to me. Then, just for a bit, I can slip the skin of self awareness and constant interpretation of the goings on around me. I can float, and let go.
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