“Moments” are short posts of a rather “poetic – existential” taste
 Virus – chance…. ok, but what kind of chance?
** Some people say that the immense crisis of our days because of the pandemic is also a chance for the “new” to emerge: new openings, new awareness, new possibilities in our lives’ field.
** To envision the future with hope is for sure helpful. However, I think that for now over-emphasizing optimism and “positive” thinking is a kind of avoidance.
** Hope for new future awareness can flourish only on solid ground of present awareness.
** And this present awareness seems to me very poor for the moment, on all levels: of authorities in each country, of their co-operation, as well as of individuals and their response to precautions.
** So, the ONLY “chance” I see for now, is rather focused:
(a) To learn something on how little and insignificant we are in a vast world continuously self-organising on scales much more extended than the scale of our species.
(b) To feel how weak we are when huge events triumphally overpass our control and penetrate the bubbles of our illusions about what is “happiness”, “life-goal”.
(c) To finally start building some authentic respect for Others and our collective lives, so that “togetherness” may acquire some true meaning.
 The unexpected
**Something unexpected that is now happening out of the blue and freezes us, has been vague only in our personal reality.
**On a bigger scale, all elements that would compose this unexpected something were very concrete.
They simply insisted on escaping from our imagination and managed to remain vague in the twilight zone of our subjective reality.
Just at the moment these constituent elements self-organised and composed the unexpected for us something, it started happening and it penetrated our individual universe.
**However this something always existed as a possibility (or a probability) just there, well hidden from our sight lurking somewhere within the range of the peaceful garden of our home.
**The unexpected is neither deceitful nor malicious. It is rather totally indifferent for us and it simply happens.
**What matters is how do we ourselves connect:
(a) with the possibility (or the probability) of the unexpected in our moments, as well as
(b) with the possibility to see the peaceful garden of our home change because of this unexpected appearance of the new.
 A kite, an eagle
** To fly a kite is surely superb. You resist the wind in its attempts to kidnap your kite and lift it in the clouds. You feel the wind shaking the rope in a wild handshake with your muscles. You enjoy the safety of being well grounded on earth while dealing with the sky.
** However, a kite is also a symbol that could strongly stimulate imagination. For example:
How would it be to envision my own reality on earth from the position of a kite flying high?
Can I extend or lift myself to such a position?
And if yes, how would I seem in my everyday life from up there?
Am I able to enjoy height and the wind without loosing my sense of being grounded?
And, being also a kite, what would happen if I met an eagle up there?
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