Sometimes those moments we are escaping are painful, and these flights of consciousness help keep us safe and sane from what would surely be overwhelming madness if dealt with immediately. Sometimes we just need to breathe and dream to make it through difficult moments. We return to reality as we are able. Sooner, hopefully, rather than later.
Chad and I are thinking about our friends in the blogosphere who are dealing with sad news this week.
Sometimes, though, staying in the moment is difficult because of intense joy or happiness. The bliss can be red-hot, too much to handle. So, we back off and let our minds drift. We are thinking today of our blog friends who are achieving their dreams this week too.
We all interact with the world in our own time and in our own ways. Our connection to life is tenuous at best, but ever so precious.
I hope you all can stay in the moment.
Here is a poem for your enjoyment and your thought:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
-A.E. Housman (1859-1936)