by Bob Dearborn
All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm. — Henry Miller
The Life I am trying to grasp is the me that is trying to grasp it. — R.D. Laing
Sometimes life is extraordinary. A magical night on the town, a deep conversation under the stars, a wave of creative inspiration, falling in love. It’s as if windows of clarity, of sharpened perspective, of really being here open up amidst the relatively listless routines of daily life. During these periods of clear, wakeful presence, life is just plain juicier than usual. And whether sweet or sour, packing a lasting buzz or momentary high, these juicy bits of experience are simply those times when I feel particularly full of life, especially present to whatever I’m engaged in, more “on,” more “there,” more deeply who I am.