Missed Moments

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I saw it for a brief moment. It was a tiny perfectly formed flower, three petals of a lovely blue, and proudly showing its beauty at the end of a scrawny tendril of weed. If I had not looked down at just that moment I would have missed it. I was filled with wonder at its perfection, produced by a weed, which at another time would have been mowed down by a heavy cutting machine. Later in the day I went out with my camera to capture this lovely creation. It was gone. I searched all around in the area not believing that I could have missed it but yes I had. I was filled with regret at my delay in taking a photo. A few days later I saw another; this time I rushed for my camera and claimed a memory of this elusive display of beauty.

I thought about that weed often and how we all have moments of incredible beauty, a flowering of talent that may not ever be noticed by others, even ourselves. Our focus is always on large displays, commanding demonstrations of beauty being produced by large and commanding sources.

Is it because we do not see or that we choose to not see what is beautiful around us when the beauty only appears for a moment and then is gone.

I was struck by thoughts such as these: How many of these tiny blue and beautiful flowers have my feet obliterated, not by intention but by ignorance, by not knowing. Is it that our perspective or is our line of vision at a different level and then we miss moments such as these? Think of the weed, and how all of its energy goes toward this stage in its reproduction, the flowering to be followed by seed. And it is only for a moment that it blooms with such perfection.

How poignant is this, how precious is this kind of moment. How sad is this that we miss moments such as these, that moments such as these are produced in seclusion with no audience.

And your talent, does it have flowering moments that you choose to miss or feel you must save for another day? Do you have brief moments when you feel the desire to give voice to, to write about, to sketch about, or even to live in a new way, place, or daily routine? Perhaps it’s time to give it an audience?

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  • Agnes Knowles
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    Judith, I read a piece of my current book last night and it was so “you”. Betty Nickerson credited Flaubert when she said “the secret to writing is to contemplate the ordinary until it becomes extraordinary, and then to tell its story.” This is exactly what you do so wonderfully!

    • Judith
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      Thanks Agnes For me there is a little magic in the sharing and and finding that there are those who can see what I see.

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