Remember the feeling you had the first time you managed to tie your shoe laces all by yourself? The butterfly knot held fast even after you tested the ends with suspicion. That original mastery vibrated with such intensity that its resonance consumed time, and somehow affected the whole of the rest of your life. You can recall that experience in an instant – if not the exact circumstance then at least the sudden inner vault across the abyss that bloomed like an awakening.
There are moments that shape our sense of awe and hone our awareness.
When you were a very small child you existed perfectly well from sunrise to sunrise. You did not know or fear the electricity bill, the Gross National Product, or death. A day was an infinity.
For one day we could live as if all we will ever experience happens between one sunrise and the next. Nothing from a past to snag at our heels, no future for saving our goodies. Forget it. This movie starts and ends in twenty four hours.
Everything we do is for the first and last time. Every hug of another, every mouthful of food, every cloud we see turn red as the sun streaks through it, every single happening that transpires in this bubble of time is a unique and unrepeatable experience.
We will never say ‘I love you’ again to that person. We will taste chocolate ice-cream just once. This is the first and only time we will ever hear the wind wrestle the treetops. Or feel the coolness of sheets when we climb into bed.
Listen, taste, smell, touch, and see.
Really see, for we do not exist tomorrow.