This time last year, about 3pm, after a day and night of rain, walking in Dunecht Estate, this happened.
There are rare moments when there is a coincidence of mood and climate, inner longing and unexpected gift, the play of shadow and light, when for a brief time we glimpse how this world and our world coalesce, and we begin to believe the things we hope for are possible.
“For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
from “The Dry Salvages”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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