Hanging by a Moment

It's that time of day.

Actually, when I think about it both 3am and 3pm have a lot in common...in the winter at least.

At 3am, the night is spent yet still hangs on for dear life as if threatening to stay forever, refusing to relinquish itself to the dawn... refusing to give way to the rising sun...
...but the dawn will not be vanquished...it cannot be held back.

At 3pm...especially in the winter...it feels like the day is spent....evening approaches as the sun seems to struggle to remain above the horizon, but the dark encroaches from the east ever advancing...as the light ever retreats to the western horizon.

The same goes for the tides..and the seasons.

Enacted in amazing imagery all around us is the dance of death and life.
Light warring with dark.
Winter with Spring.
Summer with Autumn.
Birthing with dying.
The past with the future.
Day with night.

Life is amazing..full of second chances.
Chances to get it right.
Chances to regroup.
Chances to reform.
Chances to reclaim.
Chances to renew.

The cycle continues.

The cycle can take years.
Or weeks.
Or a day.
Or a moment.

a moment

yes

Eternity can be captured in a moment in time.

I had such a moment today.

In that moment something shifted.

I have no words to tell you why, or how.

It was unsought.
It was unearned.
I was unprepared.
I am forever changed.

It's that simple.
That easy.

It is.

I realize that as a performance driven individual I miss so many of these moments.
My reason gets in the way.
My intellect obscures.
My pride prevents.

Winter is a great month for introspection....but even that can get in the way.
Self interpretation...still focuses on self.

I am realizing that in the flow of life more is accomplished in me when my focus is not on me.

More is accomplished through me as well.

The big picture is comprised of a million little pitures.

Life is composed of millions of moments...eternity filled moments

Believe.

Let it be.

Enjoy your moments.

They are larger on the inside than they appear.