Vivid Momentary Insights

 


Thursday, December 16 (2021) 10PM

‘Vivid Momentary Insights’

 I didn’t understand Shakespeare until I turned 53.

It was like a cloudy sky opened up and shone the light of clarity on my perception—a key unlocking the door of my consciousness. Word appreciation. Understanding my own struggle. Bringing with it reward. An understanding of others. May Sarton (in House By the Sea) speaks of journaling as a means of “trying to sort out and shape experience”, and growing old as “…accepting regression as part of the whole mysterious process. The child in the old person is a precious part of his being able to handle slow imprisonment. As he is able to do less, he enjoys everything in the present, with a childlike enjoyment.” And so as the child inside emerges, she brings clearer vision to a present life once crowded by daily distractions disguised as self-truth. Within it, what’s really going on in and around oneself is finally revealed as if a clouded veil you have lived with for years has been lifted. 

Tiptoe-ing into the dining room to write late at night, the Solstice Tree is aglow in the window where the neighbor’s cat, who sleeps with us, is gazing into the glow of the lights in a private moment of present-ness I am privy to the real world. The low hoot of two owls calling to one another in the chilly night is reassuring under the night sun’s luminescence that everything sacred is in communication with one another.  I am taken with the beauty of May’s words given to bring import and value to her place among the stars. And so I knowingly place myself there too.

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