Like a Moth in the Headlights
This morning I was watching blossom drift down from the heights. When that happens, they have the same effect on me as snowflakes, there’s something completely disarming and enchanting about their dizzying flutter.
It looked for all the world like a manic base-jumping exercise but the pattern and dance is so delicate on the eye that it can be quite mesmerising. I keep waking each day wondering just when the heavenly orange blossom scent will disappear. I find myself inhaling its aromatic perfume like a lizard flat out drinking across the day. It’s just that good.
I wonder about my life sometimes, I wonder more particularly whether given the chance I’d change it in any way. If I was honest, there are parts of it that I wouldn’t hesitate to change. So, would the changes be made to make me feel happier? No. Like I’ve said before, happiness is a bi-product. It’s what happens to us as a result. I’m a simple soul. Really, I am.
From time to time I really feel like spreading my wings again, flying the coop, going some place in the perchance belief I might make a difference in the world. I know I’m not alone. I feel restless inside and out. I hate it when I feel like this, it’s like shadow-boxing which is fun when you’re a kid but less than satisying when you’re moving along in years.
I think this feeling, this restlessness in our soul is the great cosmos designer’s way of stirring us to action. Prodding us beyond bearability. When this happens in me, I do get it. Okay, so I’m like a moth in the headlights for a moment but that’s not unusual you know.
Today is a bit like the part where finding your bearings after being caught in the high beam happens. Blinking to bring everything back into focus. Does this happen to you? Have you felt that way recently? Come then, sit with me a while, we’ll find which way is forward together.
