Thursday, October 20, 2011

simple

there is an unsung passion in the things we do. i believe we all do them, perhaps, they simply are not announced; no fanfare, no blog, no commentary. those things of passion, of determined channeling of who we are, widely go without notice. why is that? because the mind is focused not on the advertisement or the act of the event, the mind is focused on those it is connected to. the task it is connected to.
“doing” does not necessarily involve that passion, that warmth. but not doing definitely fails to warm.

“being” with determination. questioning the air. smiling the moment.
the textures in life are not so easily contained in books and even in the spoken word or ambled gesture. life is many things, all things, all ways; as simple as it is complicated. and i love that. and i’ve known it. and i’ve neglected so much of that knowledge and way. i keep writing it out here, or otherwheres, to remind myself as well as to put it out there for anyone else in audience.

i see passion and human warmth in: the opening of an oven door, the hurried pace to deliver a thing, the training for athletics or of academic skill, the sticking of stamp, the making of tortillas, the kissing of a cheek , the finding of sock or book before late to school or work. that human texture has been symbolically embodied in the red accents i don here and there, especially in my hats. and i have much shoe to fill, or – hat.

one of my favourite vignettes that makes me mush every dang time, is in the “subtle favour.” the connection between minds that produces this kind of act is strong. one can feel it if nearby, in witness to it.
i can feel my warmth-dynamic radiate when it happens. it’s catchy stuff.

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