Tiny Revelations

I found myself walking along the railroad tracks down by the river, Sunday evening.  How I arrived there was a bit of a mystery, because I couldn't pinpoint when it was I told myself to go there instead of going home.  Was it a conscious decision?  Not sure.  More likely it was some directive from the recesses of my mind, emerging from the deep dark like a whale surfacing in a channel between the floes.  Me, in my kayak, paddling fast to stay ahead of the bow shock and to stay upright.

So there I was walking and sweating in the heat, puzzling over what I do when I do stuff I don't quite fathom.  there were birds calling.  The river flowed liked a quiet conversation three stacks over in the library.  The gravel crunched satisfyingly under my shoes as I trudged down towards the river and then up the hill to my car.

Flash.  A moment of slow time when all was quiet.  The birds and the trees held their breath, as I held mine, and was flooded with the thought that I would rather know love for a lifetime than be a hero for a day.

Silence.  Heartbeats.  A letting go of ego...if I know love, then I will know life.  This is what was revealed to me.