I have been thinking how one goes about capturing this moment, this very second that is forever locked in the present. Whether it be through words, music, picture, all the above, I have been engrossed in finding a way to preserve and create a fragrance out of this moment. Would I wear it? Does it matter as long as it is this second?
What would your ear hear if you took it off and threw it down the street as a frisbee?
What would your eyes see if you could pluck one out and send it rolling down the hall like a bowling ball?
I guess I am wanting to be that fly that is on the wall, only one of the participants.
Not that I have to be involved in this moment. Maybe this moment isn't for me to be involved in.
Through a series of lectures and thoughts and readings, I stumbled upon these thoughts. One particular tool was this song and video from Jonathan Mann who I had never heard of before this week, but is one of my current "love affairs". He is writing a song a day, which is intriguing in itself. This one is titled "From my Front Door". Yes it's a bit cheesy, but so is life, that's why I like it. But it's also poetic and sums up this whole living in the moment thing really well for me.
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