A loop in the fabric of time

Those instances where, when you’re in them and realise it and think, through the delight, that this moment, this particular configuration of the universe as apprehended in this instant is so exquisitely beautiful that it will live in me and be a constant source of joy available at will, like a rare scent to be unstoppered from the bottle of memory and stroked on the pulse points, conjuring on the brain’s skin and in the brain’s eyes and ears a waft of re-being in that pure ecstasy.

Or (of course a poet says it so much better) a Wordswothian time spot:

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue, whence–depressed
By false opinion and contentious thought,
Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight,
In trivial occupations, and the round
Of ordinary intercourse–our minds
Are nourished and invisibly repaired;
A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced,
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.

Thus early this morning when SecondSpawn sat cross legged on my bed, the diffuse brightness lighting his cheek and brow and lips and features of solemn concentration as he bent over his knitting, I curled and warm beneath my duvet gazing gazing gazing and so full of love that time and space and every dimension and all meaning converge and are held motionless in that moment.


7 Comments on “A loop in the fabric of time”

  1. Karen says:

    That’s just bloody lovely, that is.

  2. rosie says:

    that warm moment has just spread over to France

  3. marja-leena says:

    AH, beautiful writing, rr!!

  4. Hg says:

    What Karen & Marja-Leena said. And probably what Rosie said too, though I’m not geographically positioned to be able to verify that one.

  5. dale says:

    So lovely. Ow.

  6. rr says:

    Thanks all. He hasn’t gone off it yet. Did the same thing this morning. Says it calms him down. Have no idea where he got that idea from.

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