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Friday Morning, March 20 2015


From Andrei Tarkovsky's extraordinary film, Zerkalo (Mirror).


A deep wish this morning that I could not so much freeze as indefinitely stretch time and enjoy this moment forever. I love my family so much, and the early morning is filled with that soft promise of summer: birds singing, gentle ambient sounds, waves breaking on the beach, a feeling in my life that there have been other moments like this, full of promise, and that the promise itself is the beauty of the moment, not the actuality of anything promised.

Our time here is so special. It feels limitless sometimes, but at others one senses a connecting web, the fact that particular moments resonate differently and perhaps are a clue to something greater.

I remember a particular moment on a summer's afternoon at Shepperton Studios long ago so distinctly. I was alone, and nothing of any particular significance was happening. I was just aware of summer and of fields nearby and a sense of promise. I feel that same sense this morning. I hope it stretches infinitely, and that the people I love can share it with me, as beautiful beings of light.

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I wrote this post for Facebook while everyone else in our house was still sleeping. There was something special in the air, a real sense of connectedness, of the great web of time and space beyond our individual lives as passengers. Then our friend Stephen Fry posted this beautiful photograph he had taken, captioned, "I adore a door," and I made the comment below.



Photograph Copyright © 2015 Stephen Fry.


Alexander Chow-Stuart Truly beautiful photograph, S. The kind of wall that literally fills my heart with joy. The door is into or out of the body. The soul is in the spaceless light and heat outside the wall. (It's one of those mornings. I just posted about timelessness.) Enjoy, bounce around like a great beachball of light! x

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