T&T: A Moments Pause

[Wayne & Lynn Flatt]

Skinwalker Log, December 25, 2008, Thursday, 0700 hrs
Ft. Myers Beach, Florida

I love the quiet of a holiday morning; especially Christmas morning.  It is
easy to imagine the peace imposed by the stillness lies comfortably over the
entire world like the coy, thick, but pleasant scent of a citrus grove in
bloom on a spring day.  I can see adults stirring from their nest, stepping
outside and after stretching sleep taunt limbs, standing still; suddenly
aware, but not having deciphered the change around them.  All the eons of
being a creature cause our survival senses to focus on what is different in
the world this brief moment.  We hear the silence, we smell no threat, we see
no danger; yet the thrill of change in the air suggests strangeness is there,
a difference.  It doesnt take long, only a second perhaps, that fleeting
moment of existence when we feel, when we sense the difference that the quiet
of peace in the world can make.

Yes, I love that momentary peace, because I know, someday, perhaps, that
moment will be forever.  Even now in the stillness of a snow covered land I
suspect the peace is being broken by the caw of a crow, the slight footfall of
a doe and her calf, a lonely taxi on a cold slushy street or the few distant
car sounds of convenience market clerks on their way to work.  I am
experiencing at this moment the breaking of the peace by the soft warm cooing
of a dove sitting on our fly bridge mast.  Better than avoiding terror in the
world.   Better than the broken peace of hunger or pestilence or bad people
bring horror to innocence.
No, the momentary peace is broken, the fleeting moment gone, the tick in time
tocked, that slightest ripple in the theory of quantum absorbed into the
universe.

But I will wait for it to return, if not next year, in another time or space.
I will wait.

Do not misquote my mood for I am a man of happiness, of contentment in my
human condition, but oh, how I yearn for that moment of peacefulness to stand
time still in the world of all men, and all women and that our collective
progeny never understand what it is to miss that second of joy, that moment of
peace and that can only be if it reigns forever in the world.

Peace unto you and yours my friends,

Bones & Captain Lynnie
Aka Wayne & Lynn Flatt
MV Skinwalker, Ft. Myers Beach, Florida in the Peace of Christmas Mourning.


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