There are moments, very different than any others, that I find my life suddenly calm, still, clearer-- even though I had not realized just moments before that it was not but comparably rather blurred, anxious and otherwise just the opposite. At times the moments come when I have gone about for sometime with white noise such as a fan or a car engine and then when they are turned off it changes my perspective entirely-- as this happened in the Serengeti when we had been driving through the for sometime and past hundreds of thousands of Zebra and Wildebeest to the point that all of us who had never seen either in the wild before were already disenchanted with them almost as though they were field grass and simply anxious to see more exciting spectacles. Yet when we stopped and turned the car engine off so I could hear the breeze and the grass rustling and animal's sounds and breathing; at the time it felt as though I was seeing them for the first time all over again only this time standing in the field in the middle of them, almost forgetting about the car and others completely-- I shudder at such a contrast in experiencing the lions who stared into my eyes only inches from the road. I could have sat there all day with those animals in the Serengeti, just watching and listening.
It is not only at the clearing of white noise that these moments come though. Sometimes they come with a light breeze or laughter or taste or some sight or sound in nature or a form of art; sometimes just with a deep breath I feel as though I could sit there all day and just breath as though I haven't in a long while. With the surprise value that comes with these moments also comes a feeling of wonder at how much has gone blurring by that I've missed? That I could have found so much life, beauty, love and wonder in if I wasn't so expeditiously on my way to the scheduled matters?
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marshall, i know exactly what you mean. i've been trying to stop and listen a moment, myself, for the past couple weeks. i've been hustling in getting a job, securing an apartment, and all the many worries that come with gradutating, moving, and getting married in the same summer. but i knew it would be this way.
p.s. mark houston can't make it to the wedding, so i was wondering if you could fill his spot as groomsman? it comes complete with a groomsman gift.
hey marsh, communication through blog comments is just fine. however, if you need to contact me right away you should comment on the most recent post since i check those for comments most often. anyway, i won't make you shave or cut your hair--i think if you showed up in dread locks and a beard it would be awesome--but i can't guarantee that someone else won't (mothers, sisters, the bride, etc.)
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