Our rescue remedy is the timeless now…
by maggi dawn
Elbert Hubbard wrote in his notebooks (1927): “Making men live in three worlds at once — past, present and future has been the chief harm organized religion has done.” I think Hubbard was on to something. As a lover of history, I am convinced that the only way to live well is to live in a cultured awareness of both the glories and the disasters of history, and with a respect for the future of the world, of our children. But that’s not the same thing as living nostalgically or regretfully in the past, or so much under the burden or hope of the future that the present is subservient to it. Having the perspective of past and future is not the same thing as living in them. The only place we can actually be alive is in the present.
Alan Beam wrote a poem about how the right response to the awareness of eternity is to live in the present–not to ignore the past, or to care nothing for the future, but to realise that only in the present can everything come into focus and depth, so that we don’t just skim over each moment without entering into the joy that is there in everyday moments. I’m thinking of moments over the last 24 hours that seemed to stretch into eternity: good news, shared with a friend, that made her face light up with a brilliant smile and made me dance around the room. The taste of just-braised spinach, the sound of my son’s voice, the feeling of satisfied tiredness at the end of a good day, the pink-and-yellow colour of the room in the early morning light.
Alan Beam commented on his poem: “I was here imagining my wife sharing with me a sudden illumination as to how a belief in the timelessness of the present might offer some reassurance about life’s fleetingness as we entered middle age.”
I fear time’s tumbril hurrying us
-bare wee foetuses
hardly rubbed with God’s pleasure-
to the place of execution.
“Stay!” My beloved, Giacometti above,
spirit shining, horse to horse,
leaps in the way.
An angel rapes a neuron in her brain:
“Celebrate! Our rescue remedy is
the timeless now –
commitment, compassion and conspiracy,
the breathing together of love.
Life is delightful
from womb bliss to birth bliss
from home bliss to death bliss
our lives ripple through eternity.