I can walk on the shore and I can see the ducks go by, but that was well after this moment was caught. Funny, a moment in time that allows the next moment to be present in my heart. It was my son’s birthday…some years ago….we were in a place of special beauty in Toronto, you have to know you’re going there or you’ll never get there….except by those surprises that do come to us and lead us to a new place and a place for celebration. We sat in silence in the gray density of that pre-dawn quiver…and the sun did come and the ducks swam by, a family led by mum.
We had breakfast…hard-boiled eggs and crackers and interesting bread made by the friend who had shown us the way to the wonderful place.
We are taken to places where, if we pay attention, and are willing to wait, we can see throught the rising fog of night that burns its way into the motes of watery drops transformed so the daylight can give us the right to put one foot in front of the other without so much of an effort, with the joy of the changes that are so profound that we need the change of night to day to remember that this is a moment that reminds us of a doorway…always there…always willing to allow us to enter. Why do I forget to step across the threshold? And this time of day. So much oxygen! I am allowed to breathe the joys of life without even being aware. I can be healed by this profundity.
Now what if I were? Aware…..would my breathing change, or would I simply rejoice…..I wonder.
