That’s all there is in this life. Like grains of sand blowing away in the wind, before you know it, the moment is gone. It’s over - just like this fleeting human experience. Each day the sun sets and the sun rises and each day there is a new opportunity to live; to figure out what it means to be alive. Our collective stories, no matter who you are or when you are living, start and end in the middle. It is through our pursuits of transient identity that we begin to find meaning in the search for meaning itself. 

Moment. 

To 

moment. 

To 

moment. 

These are the building blocks of culture - where the truth starts and the truth ends. And where I allow myself to fall in love with the reality of the world around me. When we pause to listen we open ourselves up to connection with the invisible energies that flow through everything.

It is not just what you said, it’s how you said it. It’s how you said it without saying anything at all. The way your eyes seemed to reach out and caress my own then swiftly sweep away towards the floor. Perhaps you’re afraid to say it out loud, it’s ok, you can use those three little words if you like - I love you. I see you. 

Sometimes the world is harsh, formidable, hateful, violent, seemingly devoid of love and care. But in spite of all the chaos and all the energy winding itself up around our mortal coil we can find release through the honesty of connection with each and every passing present moment. We feel… and that’s the center of all of this. To feel anything at all is beautiful and to capture it is even more wonderful, because suddenly individual human experience becomes accessible. Life itself becomes a library connecting culture across moments and that is truly extraordinary to be a part of. 

Moment. 

To moment. 

To moment. 

I am grateful and thankful, to simply be. 

So feel deeply! Keep reading, interpreting, reinterpreting, writing, and experimenting. Fall in love! Love is in the moment. I see you.