it started within a moment. i have always felt that moments are not just singular events; they are a cascade of tiny interactions, wrapped in porous space and time. this fragment within a moment started while standing in a sea of tweets and i had finally had enough. enough of the vitriol, the snark and the sarcasm. for years i have subjected myself to this noise and it was only getting louder and more transparently unsettling. and so, before the moment could escape me, i stepped away.
just sitting in the stillness was good for me.
it is part of my chosen occupation to spend time with strangers, some of whom i have wished were geologically closer to me. others i have been sustained to know that there is distance between us. every share is necessary when you are building a life based on spreading little teases of creativity. but there comes a point where no amount of return could make staying in the stream of absurdities and tirades worthwhile. so, i did not let the moment finish before i made a decision to not return to that same space.
the stream still exists and i must send out my floating leaves into it, but i don’t have to look anymore. the flow is always there and the promulgation takes care of itself. instead, i came here and started to do something that i have missed. i started to think in my language, the language of kindness, calm, shades of morning grays and listless fogs.
if you are one who needs to express but who wishes to do so in a safe space, then i welcome you to spend time with a delicate man. all others who venture here will do one of two things: they will stand and stare at the musing and mystery, wondering what sort of soul conjures such a space. all the others will leave. the air is too fresh for foolish breathing and those who sustain themselves on toxic fumes have no share in this sanctuary. like silence drives away those who cannot bear to bask in it, they will leave.
i want to share beautiful things with you. sounds that spark with just enough flame to ignite polished passion. art that insights and uplifts. other people who think first, act after and pay attention to where those actions take them. poetry to causes the heart to slow and the mind to wander.
i am grateful to have along with me any who understand that to be intuitive is a double edged sword. those who understand that to be a feeler is a gift with responsibility. when those two elements make up the core and find themselves wrapped up in the quiet intensity of introversion, marvels can happen. and marvels are not to be missed. they happen in the middle of moments and if we hold our breaths together, the moment might just linger.