There are days I pray for just a glimpse of my life compressed into one moment, or collapsed into an essence outside of geologic time, or the story that will remain when I am gone- removed from all of the longing and striving and feeling torn so many directions by the pressures of pastpresentfuture, from all the ambition and desire. What would that golden moment be? I hope it would be beautiful. I hope it would make me see everything more clearly. I hope I could hold it in my hand for a while like a smooth stone. I hope it wouldn’t be all about me.
p.s.- Here’s some thoughts from lovely Ann, who says it all so eloquently. Yes to this!