Life Can Be Like This
Life can be filled with magic, with fullness and moments of joy. When I‘m willing to be present, go fully with what is happening in the moment, magic can happen.
Magic happened this morning. And I almost missed it, almost closed the window of possibility by telling myself that I “should” get going, get writing or reading or doing some damn productive thing.
I was having breakfast downstairs. She does a beautiful meal of fruit, cheese, fresh squeezed juice, freshly baked breads, eggs and coffee. At home, I don’t usually eat breakfast. But when I travel I like to mix up my routine. My life isn’t going to be like at home, so I go with it and switch things around a bit. It’s a good way to remind myself that I’m flexible. It also helps me appreciate what I have/do at home that works for me, that’s waiting upon my return. It’s good to miss things.
My host sat down to chat with me, and I found myself thinking, I should go. I need to get something done. Notice I said something. The voice wasn’t clear on what, but basically was saying that I should not be hanging around savoring breakfast, delicious coffee and lovely conversation.
I noticed the voice, and said thanks but no thanks. I want to go with what is, and fully listen to my host, be fully here present with her, with this view, this food, this experience.
And that created the space. You know, for the magic.
Her partner came in and had a sheet of paper with him. I had shared a poem I love with them the day before. He had one to share this morning. I closed my eyes and listened to him read so beautifully on kindness.
Life can be this way.
He got up and retrieved his flute. We had spoken the day before about how creativity can flow through you, and how wonderful that feels. He told me he played the flute, and I had asked what type of music? He said, well, jazz but not. He couldn’t really label it. He said, I just put on some music and play. And he promised to play for me before I left.
So, now was the time. He put on a song he had never played with before. He told me he’d listened to it once earlier this morning, and that he had chosen it at random and liked it. Then he put the music on through the speakers.
And played. I’ve never heard the flute played like this. He was with the song, but apart, like water trickling and splashing down to a mountain brook. Harmonies and yet the notes made their own melody. My heart filled so, I was in tears. I closed my eyes again and took in the moment.
I don’t usually drink lots of coffee. Earlier today I laughed to myself, remembering reading years before about Northern Europeans drinking lots of coffee. Here I was in an amazing home, drinking my third cup of delicious coffee, looking out at the river through the garden, listening to music that had never been played before, and never would be again. I sipped the coffee and the experience, and savored with my whole being. I swear every cell of my being was being nourished.
I was completely in tears when he finished. And so was his partner. She and I looked at each other and smiled. And I said, Life can be this way. Poetry and music and aliveness.
To think I almost missed it to come do something. Chalk up another point for letting go of that voice, going with what is, and leaving space for mystery.
Life can be this way, when I let it.
Rylla, beautiful, inspiring-thank you fir sharing 💗