There’s a coffee cupped in my hands right now.
I am pensively sitting in a line of sunshine.
So here we are.
Who would have thought?
A changing world.
Constant activity and motion.
It seems small in its hugeness.
This globe that spins
This human, physical life that spins and eventually slows down to a stop.
It’s my melancholic mood time.
Bear with me.
The time I take to wonder.
It’s the time I ponder on my kids thrown into a rat race.
Get the goal!
It’s a time I wonder if I am the creator not of beautiful things but of the very rats in the race of life.
Now before we all start crying…
Let me say that in it all,
in all of this striving.
It’s up to me to glimpse it.
To catch it as it slides through my day.
To share it.
“Mom! Look at the amazing red sky!”
“Yes, put your clothes on you are going to be late.”
(That was a moment unshared.)
Our creativity rests in the ability to see life.
The ability to sit on the step and take in the red sky.
The ability to settle in the sun and make the phone call that spreads hope.
The ability to support the teacher who is going through the divorce and love her.
The ability to know that we are vulnerable.
ALL of us.
Fragile, creative, vulnerable people.
People who have strength and ability, talent and diversity.
To know that we are not enemies.
To allow ourselves to see the story riding deep in each one of us.
The story that makes us cringe.
Yet there is always the counteract story.
The one that causes us to delight.
Our creativity is as our humanness.
In need of the hand of God.
So put down the swords and striving.
Forgive a woman her moments of weakness.
A man his moments of torment.
Take a deep breath.
Use your moment to do one thing differently today.
This is me, I am Tania Ahlfeldt – taking time to feel a little wistful, yet in it there is expectation and desire.
This piece was recorded live on Kingfisher FM. kingfisherfm
It was written in the warmth and comfort of my office away from home – Brioche Café, Main Rd Walmer, Port Elizabeth, South Africa. (Thanks Ilsa, your space brings warmth to my soul.)
Photo: D Sharon Pruitt