Did you ever just sit back in a lawn chair, kick back in a hammock, lay down in the grass, put your feet up on the table near the garden and close your eyes for a moment - take a deep breath - exhale - and then open your eyes to find things are different than when you left them...? It happens most easily when you're sitting somewhere quiet, with few distractions, sun shining brightly on your face and your head tilted back about 45 degrees, so your eyelids can sort of droop like half drawn curtains over your eyeballs. It's a moment in time when nothing else matters but the moment itself.
Nothing can steal the moment because it's all yours and yours alone. No one else can steal it from you because no one else can see it, no one else can feel it, no one else can sense it. It is yours. You can be completely selfish with it, consumed with it, controlled by it.
It's yours.
It's a thought. It's a dream. It's a crazy idea. Sometimes it's just the realization of how little control we have over the natural world, how little we actually know about the life that is all around us. We are small, insignificant. We live it. We breath it. We touch it and smell it and seek it out. We desire to know it. We desire to have answers. We desire to know the secrets that were never meant to be known. They drive us mad.
In the moment though, nothing else matters.
In the moment, those questions, those answers don't matter. You can simply sit back in quiet relaxation and not care. You can appreciate what is right before you in the now - in water, in nature, in air, in life. It's the simple beauty of a flower blooming atop a fragile stem, help up only by water really, which the flower harvested from the earth. It is the bumblebee dancing from flower to flower gathering as it may, content to bless other flowers with it's dust. It's the tree in the background whose roots are buried deep within the confines of the ground, ever seeking new territories and new nutrients, which by the way are only there because flowers died last year and gave of themselves back to the earth from which they came.
It's an appreciation for life that in the moment simply doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how each of these things works. It doesn't matter if we know how the flower made it's colors, or how the roots grow through rock and shale and concrete. It doesn't matter that we have no idea how a bumblebee can fly at all. What matters is the moment. And that moment is all about the creation. The moment of creation is when we let go of questions and we attach ourselves to the answers.
It's simple, beautiful and true.
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