Monday Morning Wake-up Call

I put my hand on the altar rail. ‘What if … what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a glass of water on a hot day when you’re dying of thirst, or when someone’s nice to you for no reason, or …’ Dad dashing up from the bar just to tell me, ‘Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite’ … ’S’pose Heaven’s not like a painting that’s just hanging there for ever, but more like … Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you’re alive, from passing cars, or … upstairs windows when you’re lost …”

― David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks (Random House; September 2, 2014)


Notes:

  • Quote source: Thank you Dreaming in the Deep South
  • Image: Wiosna (Spring), 1933. Leon Wyczólkowski, Polish (1852-1936). Watercolor, ink, pastel on paper. 71 x 79 cm

21 thoughts on “Monday Morning Wake-up Call”

  1. I need a ‘love’ button. I too wonder about these moments – when one is so overtaken by gratitude and/or grace that there are no words, just a deep exhalation with wonder. To paraphrase a friend of mine ‘grateful…all of it’

  2. “Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you’re alive, from passing cars, or … upstairs windows when you’re lost …”

    how did this catch me off guard?
    ❤️

  3. This makes sense to me. The impermanence of it all, the fleeting nature of happiness, a pulsing sensation rather than a steady beat. I think it must be thus, this study in contrasts, in order for us to truly appreciate these moments when they come.

  4. may I just say how much I love this painting!? And may I add that mimi added the dot on the i of my thoughts! such a great post and so much love here.

    1. Aww, thank you so much! I’m glad you loved the painting and the post. Mimi’s touch is always special

  5. Like a time lapse that hits all the moments you saw in real time….. shared with others at warp speed <3

  6. I’m in awe of such a beautiful still life…I’d love to walk into that room and take a few moments to sit in the chair and take in the beauty of the tree and sky, feeling the breeze brush past the book, lifting words of the pages, getting caught up in the light-weight semi-translucent curtain panels… as the light glows through them…giving time for pause…///The painting such a gift…and thank you for remembering “Each Breath Is A Gift”

  7. An old Traffic song lyric is, ‘heaven is in your mind.’ Reality, for us, is wherever we place our focus at any given time! The cosmos is so so vast, beyond any human knowing, and in the midst of all this constant enlarging of what is possible, I have not even tried to write a blog post in a long time. Wonder cannot be bottled, but we humans do try! The image is lovely, and the sentiments bring that song back to mind.

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