Time
I went surfing on the weekend. It was hot, the water clear and cool and the waves powerful. It’s been a while since I have had the time to just be immersed in the energy of the sea. The sensations were wonderful.
It also bought wonderful memories flooding back. It reminded me how so much of life can seem to fade from memory. Problems that torment us or pleasures that thrill us, plans that absorb us totally, inconsolable grief’s that seem they will end our life, are all tempered by time. But at the same time there are other experiences, often not so emotionally overwhelming at the time they occur, which does not fade. I can remember these epiphanies of pure consciousness most deeply I think because they become part of me.
In the often quiet and modest way in which they happened they peeled away some of the usual obscuring layers and revealed to me what I am truly like, who I really am. In this awakening there was no great thunderclap, no mystical headlines. But it was real news. Something whose news-worthiness did not fade with the morning papers.
It seems to me that these are the earthquakes of stillness which rearrange the landscape of our life, the hurricanes of silence which change the way we listen and speak for the rest of our life. I remember the moment of such epiphanies because, for some reason I can never explain, I was ready for them when they happened even though they took me by surprise. And I was awake when they happened. Probably, without realising it, I had just died.
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