As the Bohemian guides Jeb through a series of morning stretches I’m here uploading a collage of images from the past few days.
Here on the island, the albatrosses are nesting and they soar over the lucky ones that spend time seaside along their flight path. It’s not easy to capture them as they glide through the small frame of the camera. It’s a point and shoot I’m using with the zoom on maximum. This is the best shot I got.
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I’m thinking that all of the images in this post are like this. An attempt to capture a fleeting moment as it drifts through.
And here’s a snapshot now, right as I type: In the corner of the room a man tells a child, as they circle their arms in the air, “You know Bruce Lee. He mastered his energy. And when you master the energy, you can do the magic.”
These are the moments sifting through. The Archives are my way of practicing mastery. Trying to stay present enough to notice. Share what I experience.
Reminding myself (and maybe you) that we can do the magic.
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I swear I can smell it before I open the front door
this blooming lily
the scent
a sweet opening
filling my stairwell
it’s a miracle in progress
just waiting to be seen
sending signals
to human olfactories
just in case
we had forgotten
it has my attention
this white starburst
six curling points
ruffling in all directions
those velvet pollen tips
delicately announcing
their arrival
desire and destiny
two more buds
upon the stalk
yet to unfurl
I treasure
the unfolding
all the phases
breathe in the fragrance
of that one full flourish
and adore
those fresh shoots
promising
Returning home on a holiday makes it harder to land. I may have my favorite brand of coffee here, my familiar bed, but I’m still not in my groove. The suitcase is not yet unpacked and I’ve got a stack of tasks at hand.
The writing workshop I signed up for six months ago, looms ahead in ten days. I’m supposed to bring 750 words describing some kind of extraordinary experience. My life seems like a series of synchronistic events (just like yours) but for some reason, I’m drawing a blank. I can’t seem to cull one phenomenal event.
Marvels aside, life goes on. The referenced dishes from last week’s post have arrived. With a carload of boxes, I drive Jeb and the Bohemian home for dinner. Jeb’s in the backseat practicing blowing bubbles with Orbit gum. The Bohemian’s in the passenger seat with one large hand gently curved to the back of my head. I steer past banana trees and over the one-lane bridge.
From the back seat comes a question from my eight year old’s uninhibited, gum-filled mouth. “Are you guys going to get married?”
I stare straight ahead at the curve in the road, the corners of my mouth turned up in a soft smile. I don’t look at the Bohemian, though I feel him in our collective quiet.
When neither of us answer, Jeb prods, “No, really, just tell me.”
I can’t even sneak a sideways glance, as I hold the wheel and turn into our driveway. Perfect timing.
Jeb adds to the silence, “I hope so.”
I pull up and place the car in park. The Bohemian makes the best reply. “You’ll find out.”
Satisfied, Jeb’s out the door and jumping on his skateboard. I unlock the front door. Busy myself with the unloading of the car and the Bohemian helps me with the boxes, moving in his typical calm with steady ease.
It’s like this with him. He rounds the corners of awkward moments and leaves them to settle in the rear view mirror. He asks me how I want things, then does it. Or sets things up in better ways than I could have imagined.
It’s extraordinary, really. Not the kind that one could see at first glance, like some sort of light show from the beyond (though the man is quite a sight to behold – I’d say he sparkles). No, it’s a quiet kind of phenomenon that’s even more spectacular. A deep inside incredible. The kind that creeps up and surprises you in a slow and steady satisfaction.
It conjures notions of spending days and days with him. It softens me.
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