Archive for September, 2013


The moments that pass

September 30, 2013

I take a moment I never expected to have.
The rain and the wind conspire to keep me here, in the quiet
Except for the sound of the water coming in.
A constant low hum of concern and worry for the fortitude of structure.
But my mind settles quickly into stasis,
It wonders what will come next.
Because something will.
For now,
The plan of constant movement cast aside
for this moment
This moment I wasn’t expecting
Wasn’t prepared for.
Just like I wasn’t prepared for you
Showing up like you did
A softness to you that a rain battered city couldn’t shift.
Something gentle waiting in the wings
If only the curtains would close for a moment
So we could have one.

We move through life
We create and are swept away by the show
Moments echo and we recognize that they have happened
Seemingly unaffected by the instance
Until later, upon reflection, at leisure
We have the time to wonder what could have happened
If we had taken the time.
Opened the window wide and allowed some light to pour in.

I spend so much time in transit
From here to there and back again
I am so tired
Of living in moments that pass
but find myself unable to stop. Yet.
An existence in increments
2 weeks, a summer, 3 months, 2 years.
Where do I see myself in 5 years?

I don’t know.
But the novelty is wearing off.



The Grand Gesture

September 15, 2013

There will be posts to come about the summer that seems already a dream on this grey day of thunderstorms and autumn reminders. There will be musings about the difference between the way sunshine feels in a rainforest, a desert, a mountaintop, a river valley. There will be great stories of tiny happenings and mere whispers of life changing events. There will be balance and there will be delightful amounts of rampant insanity.

But today is not that day. I’ve postponed writing something because while I wanted to comment in some way or another after every single festival and happening and gigglefest I was fortunate enough to be a part of the last few months, I was too busy being in it to catalogue the experience. Fall and winter are the times of reflection, when we have the space to look at what grew and bloomed and what withered and receeded to find a fit somewhere else, as something else. 

Fall is a good time for decompression, with it’s colour and spice urging us that now is the time to prepare ourselves for the dark to come. And ready myself I will and more to come here as moments present. I forget that it doesn’t have to be epic, every single time. 

It really really doesn’t. There is as much truth and beauty in a simple gesture as a grand one, sometimes more. Because it doesn’t demand attention, doesn’t require much more than an inhale and an exhale. 



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