Today, the second in the series Guest Posts from fellow bloggers on the subject of Passion, whether literary or personal, which I’ll be posting regularly on a Thursday. If you would like to contribute, please drop me a line at kasia_oz (at) hotmail (dot) com.
Today we have a wonderful post from Sabrina Garie, who a fellow writer and blogger. Excitingly, she has just released a new book ‘Fires of Justice’ in the last few days, which I’m really looking forward to reading – it sounds like a fascinating mix! Please also check out her blog at Sabrina Garie.
Hope you enjoy Sabrina’s Passion Post.
I am so glad to be visiting with Kasia today. I love the way she thoughtfully weaves science fiction, art, poetry, science, writing and general irreverence into a poignant and unique tapestry that I enjoy visiting again and again. When she asked me to discuss my passions, it gave me the chance to find a way to talk about a collection of things that ignite a warm glow under my skin that I’ve struggled to articulate.
For the sake of convenience I’m calling it a passion for small things—those heart-stopping moments that arise from a random, usually ordinary, act or occurrence. Sometimes in the tiniest of actions, the universe and our connection to it and to each other is the most obvious.
What do I mean? This evening, when I exited the metro and headed to my car, a group of people stood in the rain with cameras, photographing a rainbow. As I stood and gaped at the rainbow with the water dripping down my neck, I felt part of that group of people, more so than I sometimes feel with my work colleagues, because we shared the beauty of a rainbow.
I hear the universe speak to me in the laugh of a child—because it is pure, honest, authentic and 100 percent in the moment. It comes from the soul and heart working in tandem.
I feel a camaraderie with the rest of humanity when I see a person who I’ve never met eat. It is a deeper, more profound connection than I can convey. In a world of junk food, industrialized agriculture, local food movements, diet pills (you can fill this list I’m sure), we forget that breaking bread together is the cement of human social relationships. So sometimes when I’m a voyeur to someone else’s meal, I am reminded of that essential truth. At times, the poignancy of that truth has brought me to tears.
I touch the night sky when the power goes out and I have to function in the dark. Building fires, lighting candles, I submerge myself in elements I tend to neglect when the lights are on, the deadlines are unrelenting and the laundry needs to be done. I love the night sky and even though it comes at the end of every day, I seem to miss it way too much. When the lights go out, I get to revel in it.
Life is lived in moments. Nurturing a passion for small things reminds me that all moments matter, not just the ones with measurable outcomes or have me jumping out of my skin. So I write to give that passion a home and an outlet; a place to preserve those moments of awe that come from little things.
What touches you? How do the small things make your life richer?