Saturday, April 07, 2012
It happens so rarely in my life that the realization I am actually "in the moment" comes as a pleasant surprise. Even when I engage in my meditation practice, I find I'm frequently battling urges to sneak a peek at the clock or let my mind go off on a list-making tangent. But yesterday afternoon, after a long week with too many short nights, I took the cat and a glass of burgundy out to the front porch rocker and basked in spring sunshine and a cool breeze on a stunningly beautiful day. My eyes rested on the stark contrast between deep blue sky that we usually think of as autumn-like and that color of green that comes only with new leaves. The birds had an entire symphony going. The cat, his fur soft under my hand, had his nose lifted to the breeze for all the scents only he could appreciate, and the wine had a peppery finish I love...something for all the senses. At some point I realized what was missing: no list-making, no thinking about chores I ought to be doing or SP or Facebook posts I should be responding to, no wondering what work e-mails or phone calls I missed answering, no stressing over taxes or bills. I simply was. And it was a most wonderful feeling that, while my senses were full, my mind was blissfully at rest, finally in the moment.