Like a wave lifting me up
Sometimes I just recognize what it is. I don't see what it is as it's happening, I see the bits that make it up. I look at those bits or live them through, wondering if that's something I should mark and record [here]. One thing or another obstructs and I don't -- I'm driving my car when I think of what I might say and then forget about it by the time I have the opportunity, or it doesn't come into focus if I intend to use this format of marking and recording. Then sometimes I just recognize what it is and it is ready for marking and recording.
That has over- and under-tones, "marking and recording". You see the format here but to get here some dependencies have to occur in the circumstances. In this case I could say that some specific interchanges with good acquaintenances have occured that put my mind and heart in motion. In this case what I've recognized that brought me to the blog editor is that these have events have put my mind and heart in motion. A specific motional experience.
Like a wave lifting me up. I haven't been swimming in the ocean for many decades, but that experience is easy to recall with the right markers. You're in the water near the beach maybe up to your waist, between wave occurances where the water is calm. The water starts to rise up gently as the next wave approaches from the distance. Up to your chest, you start to float up with feet off the bottom, the wave lifts you up, passes, and crests and crashes, with that distinct and soothing sound. Your floating high moving along as the wave rushes toward the beach sand. I wonder if that is what birds feel on the wind sometimes.
Each of these specific interchanges with good acquaintenances have been improvised: prepared for and in context but not planned or really not even anticipated. We were talking about matters that are personal and important. Meandering like a search party working our ways up some mountain side forest. Some view comes about in an instant, stunning in how we were all touched by its thought and feeling. We were connected with a "Yes, that's it!". And these were all positive finds for me, I can say that for sure. The connections have been many and opening up to more.
Each in their way could have been marked and recorded here, but were not. Now they swell together and I see how they are like a wave lifting me up.
That has over- and under-tones, "marking and recording". You see the format here but to get here some dependencies have to occur in the circumstances. In this case I could say that some specific interchanges with good acquaintenances have occured that put my mind and heart in motion. In this case what I've recognized that brought me to the blog editor is that these have events have put my mind and heart in motion. A specific motional experience.
Like a wave lifting me up. I haven't been swimming in the ocean for many decades, but that experience is easy to recall with the right markers. You're in the water near the beach maybe up to your waist, between wave occurances where the water is calm. The water starts to rise up gently as the next wave approaches from the distance. Up to your chest, you start to float up with feet off the bottom, the wave lifts you up, passes, and crests and crashes, with that distinct and soothing sound. Your floating high moving along as the wave rushes toward the beach sand. I wonder if that is what birds feel on the wind sometimes.
Each of these specific interchanges with good acquaintenances have been improvised: prepared for and in context but not planned or really not even anticipated. We were talking about matters that are personal and important. Meandering like a search party working our ways up some mountain side forest. Some view comes about in an instant, stunning in how we were all touched by its thought and feeling. We were connected with a "Yes, that's it!". And these were all positive finds for me, I can say that for sure. The connections have been many and opening up to more.
Each in their way could have been marked and recorded here, but were not. Now they swell together and I see how they are like a wave lifting me up.
posted by Kent at
4:34 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home