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Today’s post is written in the new modern memoir style. Read it slowly, and immerse yourself in the experience.
Notice that the new modern memoir style doesn’t minimize or gloss over feelings but uses our senses to bring us fully present in the experience. The overall emphasis is on the outcome - what wisdom came as a result of the experience…
My Moment In Time
Vibrating vistas of green, perfectly embellished with dream-filled views, expansively cascade in awe before me. Lush to my naked eye. Velvety to my skin, and unlike anything I had ever seen before. Pristine in it’s virginity this scene penetrates a remarkable memory on the canvas of my mind.
Purple heather, buzzing with bees, gives additional color and sound to the luminous, lavender-shaded mountains, in the distance. Appreciation brings them closer to me.
This is summer in the Highlands of Scotland. Remembering me home at every turn of the winding earthy roads.
We pulled over to stop. Seeing it for the first time I was lured by the tall, seductively swaying flowers. I was breathing in the blooming rows of Rosebay Willowherb in a depth and breadth unexperienced by my senses, until now.
I think of my mother and say to myself, “she too, would salivate in this scenery.”
Tingling new smells, perfumes, fragrances, all a tantalizing mystery making love to my excited nose. Sensory overload in the stillness zoomed me in to the circle of an orange dot on one single butterfly’s wing.
I felt myself traveling on the wings of a butterfly, gracefully kissing the vibrant fields of dancing colors in the playful wild flowers. Free and flying, amongst nature’s unbounded gradations of color that would take shape and form after this communion of attuning our frequencies. Reading ourselves like no book can do, we mirrored each other into oneness.
That year was 2007. In the heart-pounding vibrancy of the Highlands of Scotland I realized in that unforgettable, sensory-filled, awesome moment, that Life is just that - a moment. One moment in time.
In one moment of nature’s peak performance I had communed with, and witnessed, color and scent unbounded. In such heightened realization I knew deep inside, for the first time, that there would also be a moment in the seasons of my life that will be the final scene, the moment of death.
The following winter my mother died peacefully. It’s as if she were validating my resounding new-found realization. I am grateful for the impermanence of the seasons, reflecting and reminding me of this natural journey through birth, life and death. My experience of that summer moment, blazed into my psyche, prepared me for living my life fully, present to each moment.
Anya Sophia Mann
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