The moment

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth
let's not speak in any language,
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Pablo Neruda



Another very early morning start, and it feels as though my day will be a long one again. But I have smiled this morning, done some shopping with Maya, played with Lily and chatted to Andy. So things can't be that bad. There have been so many mornings on which I have felt unable to interact with anyone and smiling has definitely not been on the agenda.

I love Neruda's idea of everyone stopping for one second. I imagine arms outstretched to the sky, humanity convening in this one second which would seem like much longer because of its intensity and togetherness. I imagine that in this one second, we would all make sense of our existences and the secrets of our deepest desires would be unlocked. My deepest desire, by the virtue of the fact that I write this blog, is no secret. I want to sleep again - regularly, frequently, deeply. And I know I will. And then, anything will be possible.