Moments

Moments

Ubiquitous time resting in polarities of heartache and eternal euphoria. A loving glance, touch, etched in the permanence of our hearts with love. Spoken anger and impatience, how I wish we could move space and gently fold back time. The sweet smell of warm August nights and honeysuckle, to remind us of the days, less worry and bountiful joy. The sound of a siren passing by in an otherwise ordinary moment, resurrects the sharp memory of the day our lives changed forever. Sunday mornings, the quiet, a gift bestowed on us, to reset, rest, and gently remind us to settle into the rituals of nurturing routine and simplicity. Looking out the window of the airplane on the way to say goodbye to a loved one, as you fly above the clouds you find peace and understanding that the universe is made of so much more than our limited senses comprehend. That first bite of warm apple pie that transports you to sitting at your Grandmothers table and the ever-present scent of cinnamon in her kitchen and the comfort of her unwavering love. Our moments, akin to a leaf floating on the ocean, she flows with the tide, the sun and moon decidedly dictate her path. The leaf surely experiencing days of glorious sunshine and tumultuous storms, all the while floating, always moving and never in control. Her story started long ago, she has travelled from limb to land, with tales of wind and glory. Equally fragile and strong, storing moments, built on a continuum connected time . The leaf of autumn, much like you and I. Glorious in her lifelong story, travelling in moments, without a sound.

By Alisa Hutton

Right Now

Right Now

A relaxed state of knowing

My body slides in to the chair, an inexplicably comfortable intuition

One of the legs seems to wobble, maybe the floor just isn’t a fit?

Perhaps, this imperfection is simply a reminder that imperfect is the right fit?

This is where I am to be seated, a moment in time

1:11 as I glance at my watch

Sensual aromatics, freshly ground coffee and spiced tea drift across my senses, memories warming on plates passing by

Allowing my gaze to wander I look through the window, the pane perfectly weathered to tell her story

Restless time, history, comfort in a solid foundation and a fresh renewed purpose

Old wooden ears that have heard it all, it is her frame

Glass eyes that have seen decades of curious onlookers who have wandered in and out, it is her window

The frame and pane different in their purpose, yet that purpose lost without support and synchronicity

Time allows for clear reflection

The sky dripping an incredible blue, drenched and wide open, the white clouds perfectly placed to outline the magnificence of today

Such a simple moment in time, such incredible beauty

How am I to imagine that I was to be anywhere else

Now that I have seen

Right now

~Alisa Hutton

Fortune

moon

I sat under the moonlight this evening, the light lyrically illuminating  my open palm

Slowly tracing the lines on my hand I thought of how two things always seem to be

My love for you stirred in the middle of the night and these lines imprinted for fingers to read

With its graced charm the moonlight seemed to tap me awake in fresh quiet speak

Those lines I have, the ones I trace and the fortune teller reads

They are my fabric and forever me

But that love I carry quietly in the moonlight, that love for you that only I can see

Tonight the moonlight shining in its special way, touched those lines, my fabric, my forever me

Reminding my heart, simply

I must set it free

~Alisa Hutton

Laying in Her Soak

bath

Laying in her soak, eyes gently closed

Her reflection in the mirror gracing me as I pass in stride

Pulled with ease, an awakening

Her, she is

Exquisite art

Long in her relaxed stretch

Hand loosely dangling over the edge, inviting touch

The light catching every detail in her uniform perfection

Magnificence

She is to be written with gentle and adoring love

Painted with honorable and brilliant colors

Photographed with exaltation and respected attention

The universe tapped on my shoulder as I was passing by

Reminding me of the gift in my heart

Drenched as I lay in her soak

~Alisa Hutton