Thursday, September 25, 2014
I shall sit here a moment.
I was up early this morning, I saw the beauty of the sunrise behind the Puy de Crouel.
I captured it, I tweeted it, I saw it favorited by someone in Illinois.
Where is Illinois?
I haven't quite got used to the rythm of Thursday mornings.
I am unused to having time on a Thursday morning.
I am savouring the freedom of emerging connections which slowly spark from some place somewhere.
There were the early morning exchanges with Maha and Maxime, on their blogs, the shock of Susan's story of a twelve year old boy.
I am taken into this deeper pool of empathy.
I am learning quietly, but apparently with little constraint.
Terry and Keith and a rooster are speaking to me from a moment last week.
I can feel my mind wander from time to time with the rhythm of our conversation. I dip into the stream.
I am catching my breath, what was that? What was that I hear myself say?
"Time is short."
"What will be our message at the last clap?"
"What can we acquire?"
We are talking of, we are talking of...
How on earth did I ever hear myself say that word, live?
I was live on air, on Youtube.
I have that tendency to run ahead of myself, I lose the signal.
I recognise my lack of patience, I recognise my hastiness.
"I am hasty, too hasty chaps."
It's a Thursday morning I have a moment to shut up and listen.
This reminds me of Mariana Funes and our exchanges.
We are speaking, we are connecting now in silence.
Terry captures angels so well.
I want to tell my captured self to shut up and listen to Terry.
Being connected to angels, all these guardian angels around us, watching over us.
It is a great image Keith, a great image. You are right.
Am I lurking now, am I lurking next to tranquil pool, on a Thursday morning?
Are we children of eternity?
How are we to be framed?
Terry reminds me of a poem I wrote to a Tunisian friend and poet.
He is right, he is so right, we need to feel the sides, the constraints, our cultural frames.
I know this.
I know sitting here.
I am being written by my friends.
I am being written by unknown people I will never see.
This has meaning for me, now, sitting by a pool.
I see my life flowing out, flowing past and I am content.