Over the course of time, I have come to find that there are some connections that can only carry us oh so far… I was speaking to Stanford Curl last night as we packed up her kitchen for her weekend departure and we began to discuss collisions. There are collisions with people that matter so much to us in the moment they are lived. They are these tiny fractions in time that mean the world to us while we’re there. The odd part is that it feels as though it fades when we begin to walk away. As we get in the cab and drive off into the next neighborhood, the ownership of the moment shifts as quickly as the crowd that is walking next to our window at the next stop light.
It’s odd how there can be kisses or moments that we’ve shared that seem to not exist. They are left only to make sense in another time, they can not be discussed with the same delight in the present. I do not know why, but we both found asking ourselves the same question last night. That’s what is so special about Stanford Curl, she always has a response for my weird questions and has often thought of them herself.
We walked across Soho trying to figure it out. It is my belief that these small thrills in life are meant to help carry us “out” of something that is occurring in our lives. They are merely a vehicle to help us come out of something. They are experiences that allow us to let go of the past and evolve a new view or skill needed for the future. They do not hold enough momentum in them to push us into something new. These moments are the equivalents of a cab ride. It only gives us enough to travel across the city, but once we’ve reached our destination, it’s time to part.
The thing is that more often than not as we stand there on the curb waiting for the daze to wear off, our new adventure shows up, almost perfectly at our feet. That’s usually when I look down, smile, and think Oh, I see.
It’ll come to you… I swear. For now, enjoy the ride.