I have two favourite words. The first is a popular choice I’d guess: Love. James Taylor wrote “There ain’t no doubt in no one’s mind that love’s the finest thing around.” I agree, James.
I venture to say that my other favourite word is the choice of no one else. Mind you, I haven’t met all eight billion of us.
I’m not talking about cartoons. No, there’s another meaning. To animate has its origin in Latin: the verb “animo” means to fill with breath, make alive, encourage, embolden. It’s to see the extraordinary in the ordinary, to bring to vision an extra layer that shines like the sun.
We’re surrounded by ordinary moments. How can we breathe life into them? Take a bus for instance. In Canada I was used to a sign that said “Out of Service” – not open for passengers. Yesterday I saw one in Ghent that said “Pauze” – approximately the same I imagine.
Pretty basic stuff. Nothing really to notice … until you glance at the graphic: a steaming hot cup of coffee. The driver is taking a break, and enjoying it.
There is a blessing in the sky if we have eyes to see. It’s not just blue and clouds. No, it’s blue … and a fairy princess who slowly drifts away.
I love it when my mouth drops open without being prompted to do so by my brain. There is wonder here, a majesty, a feeling of being dressed up in your finest.
It’s possible to see inside things, to fall into their essence, to unite with a mystery hanging out there in the mist.
Our fingers grow longer when we reach to touch the unknown, when we don’t compare this moment to a previous one, when depth appears in what many see as flat.
The moments of awe are sitting beside us, waiting for our approach. Some very large being wants us to come along for the ride. Something is here that’s always available, something that feels like home.
Let’s go find it.