Living in the Moment Aug 23 2010
Each moment brings its own surprises –
Something lost that renders all impossible,
The smile of a friend expressing love,
Someone being where I didn’t plan for him,
A kind gesture offering solace, source of grace,
A mood that dashes hope and happiness and feels like abandonment,
A child’s joyful story-sharing.
I walk along the shore of life --
The beach where memories collect--
Sombered by this flotsam of my expectations of today –
Shattered trash or shiny little treasures strewn about the sands and rocks by
Ever restless minutes -- rushing, waning, changing what they bring and what they take.
The next may bring a new elation --
I leave my expectations open, ready once again to soar.
Reflection
The feelings elicited by the passing moments resemble restless, scudding clouds racing across a clear, sparking sky. An unanticipated distraction means my calendar has disappeared and can’t be found anywhere. I feel lost without knowing what appointments and commitments I’ve made. But then, just seconds later, my day is graced by the love of someone close – a momentary burst of glory, equally unexpected. I go to the DMV office to replace my missing driver’s license, only to find a standing room only crowd with a predicted four hour waiting time when the office will close in three hours. But then my disappointment is countered by a kind official providing me with the information I will need to replace the license online without having to come back and wait another day. A long-anticipated meeting to plan a ceremony produces lingering anxiety and tension, leading to the chance for deeper love and understanding. A day passes like that, intermingling unexpected moments of joy and disappointment. It reminds me of the fascinating mix of objects, covered in left-over foam and sand or interlaced with seaweed and string, that a stroll along the beach provides for careful examination – the yield changing with every tide as the mixture of unexpected experiences morphs with each day and hour. Life is never dull!
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