I experience something that moves me, makes me think, and that I find beautiful. Last night it was a film. From the opening sound of a delicate string trio I am hooked and hope others feel the same. We witness a mother and child, their journey, loss and love. I hold back my tears, again.
We reach the end. 'I'm glad I watched it, but it didn't work for me'. 'Oh, I loved it, and you?', 'Not really'.
Perhaps we do not share so readily for risk and danger to our heart.
Body: a coherent material structure; something abstract forming a unified whole.
Mind: the internal, sentient place of feeling, perception, thought, will, and reason.
Every moment my body breaths my mind works. Every moment.
At times I am aware, at others I am not. My being, my being alive is the confluence of body and mind, despite how preoccupied by mind or body I may be.
Much of my day is spent among the fragments of my memory. I think of those I have known, of those I have loved, and those I love. Close and far in time, I turn my small moments with others over in my mind, and as I do they meld with me, become a part of me.
Fired by word, sound, taste, scent, light or touch, memory is the food that keeps my feelings close.