“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home”
One year ago, February 13, off from Boreal Coffee Shop, drizzling afternoon, 4:33. A captivative single shot – knowingly, out on my first excursion to a whole new, unfamiliar territory. Strolling. One year later, onto the fifth day of the Spring Festival, February 16, wind howls into the dawn, awaken in bed, 6:33. Lying down at a different address in my birthplace with the familiar early adolescent atmosphere. Screen-shotted where I began, that captivating gaze with the ‘play’ button – unknowingly, but Amélie? Yes, the end is the beginning is the end.
“Lucky to be coming home someday
And so I’m sailing through the sea
To an island where we’ll meet
You’ll hear the music fill the air
I’ll put a flower in your hair
Though the breezes through trees”
Sometimes, you do not know what rings true that keeps running deep of what made who you are. Sometimes, it takes a pause to uncover those forgettable unforgettable. Sometimes, the narratives we created in our heads are the incomplete stories that are left behind by unchecked reality. Sometimes, mystery follows its own biological clock to labor and birth. Sometimes, an enchanted moment becomes eternity, an eternity that is carefully bestowed by the presence of God. Sometimes, the simplest kindness is to make space for peace, a wonder-full and hope-full gesture to allow fresh breath comes through.
“Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky”
A fish out of water is an unsolved state of transition; a fish is still a fish, while the question remains – how to get to the ocean that allows natural flow with ease? Fish never drowning in where they belong; people do. However, they can choose to withdraw from testing the water where they unbelong from the first place.
“I hear it calling outside my window
I feel it in my soul
The stars were burning so bright
The sun was out ’til midnight
I say we lose control”
“Real love comes with a powerful recognition that we are fully alive and whole despite our wounds or our fears or our loneliness. It is a state where we allow ourselves to be seen clearly by ourselves and by others, and in turn, we offer clear seeing to the world around us. It is a love that heals.” – Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
“It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says, “Son can you play me a memory
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s sad and it’s sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes.”
Sing us a song you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright”
header photo by Rose @Gare de Genève, CH
2/13/2020 4:33 PM