I revel in an instant - mindful presence, seizing the fleeting moment, asking your mind to fill in the sensory blanks. Mine is an exploration of purpose and meaning, strung lovingly with snapshots of time from the instant to the infinite with people I love, connecting time, recording it, puzzling it together into a massive joiner of my own creation.
And in the clearing, between the formations, as the light of late afternoon filters through the trees, they stand, dancing to music only they can hear.
There are very few people in the sanctuary at this early hour. We have been standing in the rain outside, you and I, wading through the garden puddles and relishing the profound quiet of the mission in the insulated atmosphere of this stormy day. I wonder about those that came before and lit these candles, or whether their prayers have been burning through the night.
I wonder how long he has been sitting at attention waiting for them to come back, perking up with each footfall of some passerby heading to their room, all the while anticipating the rubs and cuddles that happen at the end of the day.
And as I turn away from the tripod, I see him toss her, as only father's can, into the air, well above the horizon of our village in the distance. I pull the camera to my eye and say, "do it again."
The light is fading. The damp sea air cloyingly envelops me as I stand in front of the christmas tree on the deserted beach.
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all-gracious King." The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.
It is the light that catches my eye, the hot spot just above the bar, patrons in silhouette, in the late hours of the evening. We are walking back towards the hotel, and the gooey goodness of the smore's that wait there for us when the appreciation for familiarity and the comfort of good friends reminds me of home and our Saturday night spot.
I inhale deeply in the last light of this glorious day and slowly exhale in measured time, feeling the capacity of life at its fullest
Those moments between shots, the transitions of our beautiful ordinary lives, fill me with the complete joy of bearing witness.