Squatchin’

It is Spring, and when I reflect on Spring and the ebbing of winter, I often think of re-birth (cliche as it is). Something seemingly “magical” happens in Spring. We get a feeling that is almost ineffable. It carries an anticipation for something about to happen.

We know that in the natural world this is all true. Plants bud, flowers bloom, animals awaken, the mush rumps burst with the seasons first morels! And before long, you will likely plant something in your yard/garden to watch blossom with new and continued life.

Provided this timeline carries on, these things will come to fruition. And here we are, with none of those things at this present state. They are in a primordial type state that deserves as much recognition as the beautiful cherry blossom that will follow.

The current feeling of anticipation can be honored for its mere existence in this moment. I try to ask myself at these intersections, “What if I focused on that feeling I am having and not on the subject I am feeling for?” Then that’s where the ineffable magic of living is held for a moment.

I like to think of this in musical terms. Any single moment in music is but one sonic expression in time. It may be a single note sounded. It may be a lush chord, but it is still only one blast into the air. Now, what I find most intriguing about the life of music is its ability to bring us into the moment, yet this awakening into the present moment would not feel the same without the surrounding notes, the ones that exist outside of the current moment. That single note blast needs all the other single notes to lead from the past and anticipate the future notes. Then we have our song, and with this comes that magical ineffable feeling that we can hold for a moment. It opens my curiosity to the idea that every moment is the same moment. They are all occurring at once.

We often think of being present in the moment as stopping and focusing in deeply on this passing moment we are in right now, and we try to remove it from the context of everything. This is not music, nature, or humanity asks of us. We are being asked to sit in the Spring and feel the process for the moment of everything.