Woke yesterday morning in an extraordinary state of grace. A feeling…how do I describe this…as if I were in the presence of a rose, in the delicate, exquisite space between the sniff and the smell. As if cradled between hands.
A feeling, this was, in the aftermath of a sensual and loving dream. I felt the softness of the pillows; felt every place they touched me. Felt my own warmth returned to me, held in trust for me by my bedcovers. Felt a heightened sense of touch in my left hand, equal, for once, to my dominant right. Felt the cat breathing against me. Felt the quiet.
Not a one-ness with things…but a connectedness to them. The tactile gone spiritual.
This was one of those mornings that makes the writer reluctant to move, to speak loudly or place a foot wrong, afraid to send any sort of ripple through the fragile inner air…afraid to make notes, thinking that even the benign act of pen-to-paper would shred an atmosphere as fragile as a smoke ring.
I wanted to hold the moment, to save it. To write it. To give myself a soft, forgiving place that I could call up whenever I needed its comfort. To share the feeling through the pages of the book-in-progress. The sensation didn’t stay. And not even these meager words can describe what held me so kindly for so brief a time.
Gifts from the ether, these alien, beautiful moments? The brief surfacing of something already inside us? The aftermath of gracious dreams? A visitation of spirits? The breath of self-acceptance and forgiveness? I wish I knew. I do know that I felt the treasure fully for as long as it was mine, this gift of human-ness, this thing that was absolutely nothing else but what it was. I may never feel such a moment again. I’m not sure that I need to.
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December 19, 2011 at 10:35 am
C.B. Wentworth
Your muse will point the way. 🙂
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December 20, 2011 at 4:18 pm
lynnbiederstadt
CBW, The muse points me in a lot of different directions. Fortunately, one of them is to new friends like you. 😉
-lynn
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December 19, 2011 at 11:26 am
Alexander M Zoltai
Oh, My: “…in the delicate, exquisite space between the sniff and the smell.”
Whew………
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December 20, 2011 at 4:18 pm
lynnbiederstadt
AZ…A good “whew”, I hope.
-lynn
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December 20, 2011 at 4:31 pm
Alexander M Zoltai
Absolutely 🙂
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December 20, 2011 at 12:39 am
HaLin
I was struck by the very expression that Alex points out.
Wonderful ode to the Feeling!
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December 20, 2011 at 4:17 pm
lynnbiederstadt
HaLin…Thank you for the feeling. Thank you for feeling it.Thank you for coming to see me.
-lynn
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