Without warning, or so it appears, we slowly begin to realize how fragile life is and how very little control we have over it. Almost imperceptibly, the events in our lives change until nothing appears as it once was . . . and that revelation is ongoing moment to moment. We can more easily recognize this with the evolution of natural athletes whose abilities burn so brightly for a period of time, and then almost before our eyes that moment is gone. For me, those phenomenal performing artists in music, or those whose work embrace any art form, have that “flashpoint of time” and then seem to dissolve into our memory as if only a dream, however, in many instances their work remains . . . sustaining the passage of time. Somewhere in between all this we have illuminations of “conscious awareness,” relating to the reverence and respect for all life . . . beginning with ourselves. This is a timeless process, and with constant change ever present the only moment we have is “now.” What different choices will we make once that connection is made, or will we continue embracing what is comfortable, familar and safe out of fear perhaps . . . without taking any conscious risks? JLR
