humanator

Most of us, I feel, have had this experience, some, especially parents, know this experience and may sense where I am going. I will give you my first instance of it.

I was a track star in high school back in the mid-sixties. It was the State Championship for the 880 and I broke free of the pack and into the lead seconds before two other runners. I happen to glance at the stands where I knew my family was sitting and they were just rising out of their seats, big smiles on their faces and hands parted to clap. And time stopped. I felt something when it happened but I cannot describe it. Like is was not just me looking and recording that moment. It is still perfectly fresh in my mind, as if a photograph I can take out and see. The strangeness of that day held me for years. Until my daughter's first smile. There it was again. Time stopped. An infinitesimal pause to being. Very comforting. My thought then was that is was not a snapshot by God but a sacred homage to being that preserved her essence. Days after, I thought that it was just the pressure of being a dad for the first time.

I remember my cousin Eileen relating something very similar about a Thanksgiving Dinner where the whole family was there. She looked up from her plate smiling at her loved ones laughing, eating, horsing around and things slowed, slowed, slowed...and then froze. She described feeling not being alone in that moment. Something was there, she said, but sort of laughed that off. "Menopause," she said with a little smile. "If so," she added, "I am beginning to like menopause."

A glitch in the mind? Some psychiatrist could probably rationally explain it away. Maybe most could and we could be content knowing that we are not "nut cases." But I see something else in these brief cameo appearances by Eternity gathering in tender embrace our heart, mind, and soul to see the simple beauty of life and its place in this universe. It is not impersonal and it is loving.

America Only Loc: From the right hand of God

What Nancy Drew book did you copy and paste this dribble from?

Raylan Wolfe Loc: earth

And only a right wing knuckle d**gging i***t, does not know the difference between drivel and dribbling a basketball!

https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/drivel



No wonder that AO is a Trump fan!

America Only Loc: From the right hand of God

The word was used as I intended it to be...and for you, Mr. Penis Seeker, any rope and a tree will work just fine....we can bring the pop corn and watch you twitch....

No wonder you are a K**lary Fan...anything at all you can lie about or to twist to your sick and pathetic agenda...is your trademark. Have you even taken the advice to buy some grease yet? You lost...pumpkin lips....and all the whimpering is not going to change that fact....the same as no amount of your posting is ever going to make you be anything aside from that dip stick you have always been.

Raylan Wolfe Loc: earth

Drivel vs dribble: Common error committed by those in grade school!


`http://www.beedictionary.com/common-errors/dribble_vs_drivel

humanator

If you do not mind, what do you find objectionable or "Drewish"? And why the hostility? This is original, no copy and paste. Why say that?

bylm1-Bernie

I've notice how the majority of l*****ts have left this site after the e******n. The ones remaining have had to dig deep to find things to criticize, such as this. It's too bad you lost, Wolfe, but you will just have to get over it. You might be smart like the rest of them and leave. The crap you are reaching for is really pitiful.

rebob14

Two similar experiences for me: observing the birth of my youngest daughter--she looked like a beautiful blue marble statue and, taking her first breath, started turning pink from her chest outward. The second time was observing the second plane to hit the twin towers---I was on the roof of a building across the river from Mahatten and was close enough to hit it with a stone and could look down on the port wing. It seem suspended in midair for a very long time and didn't move until the engines were opened wide and it accelerated into the second tower. That memory is sometimes more real than reality.

Wolf counselor Loc: Heart of Texas

I can recall many frozen moments in my time here in this life.

One of which occurred on the day I married my wife.

After reading your post, this was the first instance that came to mind.

pafret Loc: Northeast

Quite interesting, I haven't experienced anything like this but then I am not given to introspection. I still value such moments and it is remarkable what triggers their recall. It could be an aroma, a particular shade of lighting as in the golden glow of a sunset or the pale light of predawn. Music especially triggers memories for me and evokes whole eras from my past. It is like savoring a fine Port.

Of course some of the responses you have gotten suggest that some of these others have spent their lives suckling on the vinegar flavored lees. Welcome to OPP.

humanator

Yes, more real than reality. That's it exactly! As if there is greater t***h we can only get a rare glimpse of. Greater than what we know here but have been graciously given a tantalizing taste, for wh**ever reason. Thank you for sharig your experiences, you really nailed it for me.

humanator

There is something extraordinary yet at the same time common place in my experiences, as if saying any simple moment is at the same time sublime. Thank you for sharing your experience.

humanator

That is another thing, I feel, and it is aromas for me. Fresh cut grass especially.