So I went on my annual trek to my favourite Hebridean Isle, where every year I have an epiphany. I've got to the point where I almost stand waiting for it to happen as soon as I get off the ferry. Calmac could add it to the ticket package and charge more.
This year I felt quite grumpy, because everyone else I was with had one. One person even had two.
Two!
I didn't have one at all. That just wasn't fair!
When the first person had an epiphany in a certain place on the island, I resisted the temptation to hurry along, sit and wait for it to happen. It was agreed that this was cheating, and that you can't piggy back on someone else's epiphany - however much you might want to.
So it was my first epiphanyless week there. Maybe was the weight of expectation that fanned it away. Had it hovered over me and I missed it? Are we all walking around missing the most important moments of personal revelation because we aren't looking, or conversely, looking too hard?
What is the ideal frame of mind to catch the wafting, ephemeral moment I wonder?
Oh well. I'm getting all metaphysical again. It's a habit I keep slipping into lately. Like finishing off all the biscuits, only more interesting. Anyway, I hadn't really thought of epiphanies being like buses. You either have none, or two coming along at once.
Back to the holiday. I just had to make do with the experience I had one day on a sailing boat trip to the Trennish Isles. A school of dolphins played about the bows of the boat, leaping and twisting at the sheer delight of being in the water. They were exuberant and joyful, and were so close you were almost soaked when they exhaled through their blow holes. They drifted away after about half an hour, but then we saw a basking shark, its fin slicing the water. All the while, puffins landed on the sparkling water around the boat.
Sigh.
This year I felt quite grumpy, because everyone else I was with had one. One person even had two.
Two!
I didn't have one at all. That just wasn't fair!
When the first person had an epiphany in a certain place on the island, I resisted the temptation to hurry along, sit and wait for it to happen. It was agreed that this was cheating, and that you can't piggy back on someone else's epiphany - however much you might want to.
So it was my first epiphanyless week there. Maybe was the weight of expectation that fanned it away. Had it hovered over me and I missed it? Are we all walking around missing the most important moments of personal revelation because we aren't looking, or conversely, looking too hard?
What is the ideal frame of mind to catch the wafting, ephemeral moment I wonder?
Oh well. I'm getting all metaphysical again. It's a habit I keep slipping into lately. Like finishing off all the biscuits, only more interesting. Anyway, I hadn't really thought of epiphanies being like buses. You either have none, or two coming along at once.
Back to the holiday. I just had to make do with the experience I had one day on a sailing boat trip to the Trennish Isles. A school of dolphins played about the bows of the boat, leaping and twisting at the sheer delight of being in the water. They were exuberant and joyful, and were so close you were almost soaked when they exhaled through their blow holes. They drifted away after about half an hour, but then we saw a basking shark, its fin slicing the water. All the while, puffins landed on the sparkling water around the boat.
Sigh.
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