Nothing lasts except the moment
Weeks building up to it. Sleepless nights, strained eyes and ears from paying close attention, doing research, making interviews that started out an hour, maybe more into neat packages of thirty minutes, five minute previews and the single sentence teaser all wrapped and packaged with a splash of music. introduction and an extro giving credit making sure the names that must be named are known.All leading up to one bright burst of a day, our independence, begun at midnight flowering through the day and by the time I get back to the station and switch on my mic for tonight's six hours it will all be over and I will be frosting the world with the first taste of Christmas. (Silver bells for Jesse high on the list of songs I'll play.)
I have eaten, dreamed and lived independence for weeks, and it is over for another year. I've given birth and have no baby for my arms to shape around. Am emptied without a haven to refill from because I am already moving to the next demand of New Year's Eve (we call it Old year's Night) and other new beginnings that must be promo'd, marketed and handled right.
Ah well, come back to the moment girl and think about the ways of Christmas shopping, choosing gifts that do not break the bank and packaging that does not pollute or waste. The need for peace and patience as we scurry helter skelter through what could be a time of love and has become a time of cash and grab and carry, overeating over drinking, sad excess that does not take the moment for a human touch, a gentle smile, a wave, a little sentence full of love on paper shaped into a plane.
Come back to this moment and practice hard to stay there in the glorious gift of the present, the only time there is.