What's going through my head right now #10

Moments of happiness, of floating, of inner peace

Rays of sunlight penetrate the treetops, break through the leaf-covered branches and illuminate the dark green grass below. They sprinkle the freshly mown area with spots of light, wander leisurely over the area and make me forget time. Next to me, a spring splashes in the garden pond. A mixture of freshly mown grass, the scent of wisteria and the flowers of a white bush float past - not with the intention of lulling me, but simply to beguile me.

My dog runs ahead of me, sniffing from spot to spot, always along the footpath. As if he were reading the newspaper, wanting to find out about his colleagues. In the fields, the rape sprouts like a yellow carpet as far as the eye can see. In between are sections where yellow-green ears of grain sway in the breeze. The surface is velvety. In my imagination, I run my palms over it, expecting a tickle. In the meantime, the sun glows as an orange ball above the treetops, bathing the whole land in a golden light and hinting at the approaching summer.

Crackling. Blazing. Flickering. Cold, damp air behind me, the heat of burning logs in the fire bowl in front of me. A fruity cocktail in one hand - the ice cubes clink, and as I pull on the straw, a sour-sweet coolness flows into my mouth, releasing flavours ranging from bitter to spicy. The other hand strokes my partner's hair, his head in my lap.

The stars above us, an almost full moon. Occasionally the rustling of the trees or the buzz of a bat scurrying past.

The paradox of perfect moments

How often do we experience such moments of contemplation and wish they would never pass?A moment in paradise that can last forever.

But then I ask myself: what would it be like if that were my general life situation?If there was only this peace, this silence and seclusion?How long would I last in this paradise before boredom sets in?

Because if not a grain of sand gets into the gears and everything glides along like a perpetual motion machine, it quickly becomes boring. The gleaming, the whirring buzz only triggers yawning.The persistent silence becomes so loud that even a cough shakes you like an earthquake.

The art of the moment

Capturing these moments in your mind and heart, simply enjoying them - without having to put your feet, legs or arms into action, without having to travel miles anywhere.That is the small miracle: to float in sheer happiness and at the same time dive into yourself.

Knowing that this is only ever temporary, I savour every moment until the end. Who knows when I will feel that way next time? For me, every banal place, every sunset, every blue sky, every starry night or green oasis is transformed into a place of longing. In the here and now.

And you?

What makes you dive into other spheres? What does your perfect moment look like?I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

Jochen, yours heartfully