Moment of Clarity~

My early morning routine includes walking our magnificent friend Baron on a ground perimeter check. We start off at the deck and he surveys the back, quickly and efficiently, a sniff, a nose to the air intake of what is brewing in the air. A mark here and there to let all creatures know that he inhabits this realm. Off down the embankment to the drive, checking always checking for smells more smells. Up the drive and around where I find our morning news waiting in the drive and then back around to the deck, where began our journey. I love our morning time together.

Today, as we were walking about, he always looking to me, a slight lift of my foot indicates to him that it is time to move on, I had a moment of pause. It struck me as it often does, how beautiful it was. Fresh, clean air. Sun spackled oaks above us, soft breeze, and bird early sounds. I thought, if I could but capture this moment to share, how better the world might be, for my bringing to a few the enormous clarity I had felt and seen here and now. I thought of my camera, waiting always waiting for the moment I touch down and release it's lens. But how do I capture a feeling? How do I capture a peace with the world? A hope of sunshine dripping free? Flowers lifted song of unison color magnificience. How do I give what is so freely given? Does beauty of clarity come to all? Can such be shared with words, or image impressions of a sparce section of the total encompassing moment? If I find the words to touch your shoulders with the kiss of early sun warmth, the ocean scented soft air, the arms flung wide head turned up twirling feeling of gratitude that this day was created especially for me, would you could you, feel that?

For a moment there in the drive when the universe and I were at peace, when I knew that all was right and good and pure, I heard, on the other side of the world, not so far from me, war, explosions, fear, suffering, pain, anger, and I thought, how, how could this touch me here? Is not my world perfect? Is there not, food on the table, dreams abounding happiness here? How could, why would happenings touch this moment now? I am far removed. I am bound in this moment, and as clear as the morning was perfect, so was the arrow shot through the horizon, that man is not at peace.
That time does not mark forgiveness.
nor
understanding.
And I was ashamed, that we are so blind of the gift that is life. And the sanctity, and grace of each breath given. Mankind is not interested in my moment. They do not care for anything beyond revenge and greed, and the killing of dreams.

I bent to pickup the paper realizing inside was the proof of my thoughts, knowing it carried tidings grim and sad to the seeing eye. Missiles poised here, there, ready to prove we can and we will. Sad that those fingers bent in ready release of grief could not be here now. Could not look into this beauty of clarity, and learn the lesson of love.

Baron, moved softly, I know Baron, I digress, lets continue on my friend.