Just the other day, I was sitting in the living room with my sweetie. We were playing cards and having our second cup of java. Sunlight streaming through the Eastern windows. She looked so lovely. I said to her “Clickâ€. She replied “What?†~ “I've taken your picture with the camera in my heart.†She smiled and we sipped our coffee & played another hand.
I remember learning very early in life to slow down & to truly savor the moment. It has served me well.
You are probably wondering where I'm going with this. When all is right with the woman ~ all is right in heaven.
Every bottle digger knows to stop and smell the roses. That's why we enjoy our “layer shots†~ bottles in the process of being discovered. We share a good photo of the corner of a green square, a yellow fifth in the bottom of a seven footer ~ the anticipation of a complete vessel that has been buried for 200 years.
The truth is: If one slows down to appreciate the moment & make a point of taking a snapshot in his mind, he can always retrieve the moment. Things in the helter skelter of every day life can easily be forgotten or at least diminished in memory. I have found that a pause & a conscious effort at recording the very moment ~ may sound silly ~ but really works.
You know I'm up for a good story. In my bottle quest postings ~ I often feel a sense of the original of discovery. It's like going through a box of bottles in the garage that were put away years ago. Each bottle removed from a divider box is a little like digging the pit in which it was found. Each bottle has the potential of bringing back the very experience.
There are some very profound thinkers who address this point. Some of these thinkers were drug enhanced...some were not. I am & always have been drug free. Pause & record the moment. I can still smell the dark mud of Maine Prairie. I can still feel the gentle breath of the continual S/W wind. I remember the smile on my digging partner's face. In the wee hours of insomnia, I need only to remember finding that first bitters.
It's not all about bottles......My life is better by becoming a real participant. The Buddhists call it mindfulness. Welcome to the church of whats happening now. Go forth & dig. Amen.
I remember learning very early in life to slow down & to truly savor the moment. It has served me well.
You are probably wondering where I'm going with this. When all is right with the woman ~ all is right in heaven.
Every bottle digger knows to stop and smell the roses. That's why we enjoy our “layer shots†~ bottles in the process of being discovered. We share a good photo of the corner of a green square, a yellow fifth in the bottom of a seven footer ~ the anticipation of a complete vessel that has been buried for 200 years.
The truth is: If one slows down to appreciate the moment & make a point of taking a snapshot in his mind, he can always retrieve the moment. Things in the helter skelter of every day life can easily be forgotten or at least diminished in memory. I have found that a pause & a conscious effort at recording the very moment ~ may sound silly ~ but really works.
You know I'm up for a good story. In my bottle quest postings ~ I often feel a sense of the original of discovery. It's like going through a box of bottles in the garage that were put away years ago. Each bottle removed from a divider box is a little like digging the pit in which it was found. Each bottle has the potential of bringing back the very experience.
There are some very profound thinkers who address this point. Some of these thinkers were drug enhanced...some were not. I am & always have been drug free. Pause & record the moment. I can still smell the dark mud of Maine Prairie. I can still feel the gentle breath of the continual S/W wind. I remember the smile on my digging partner's face. In the wee hours of insomnia, I need only to remember finding that first bitters.
It's not all about bottles......My life is better by becoming a real participant. The Buddhists call it mindfulness. Welcome to the church of whats happening now. Go forth & dig. Amen.
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