Saturday evening post

Saturday's are given over to activity, but in this activity I often find a lot of time to think, reflect.  Saturday's are general good time days--unless you need to extend the work week.  Today, I spent a lot of time reading and contemplating projects, jobs, possible futures.  I enjoy the "cusp" --the way the world feels when you  can sense it's all about to change.  The cusp is that moment between acquiring and truly having, before starting when the reality of the activity isn't yet, the action is still a "to be" verb and not past tense.  The past tense is always tinged with some sadness. The event, the moment is gone, slipped by--and, what makes the cusp so thrilling is you can anticipate the coming moment and for the brief hours, minutes, seconds you can see the moment in all its possibilities and potentialities.  What is to be?  Before it is, that coming wave, corner, jump, spin is reveling in its anticipatory perfection.  It is Bernstein and Sondheim's Tonight sung full voiced and full of hope without even the imagined infelicities that might make it not what we so fully see in front of us.  The now to come . . .

Vertigo is just such a meditation on time, space and that sweet, sometimes hardly endurable moment before the dreamt, the thought, finally becomes action, the brunette finally enters through that green haze, hair blonde, coiffed into a spiral of unlimited dreams, dress gray and without distraction--the sweet, sweet, painful suspense before Judy is Madeleine--before the dream steps into reality.