This was the woods down by the river this evening... Quiet, empty and still. The setting sun warmed the wintery trees with a golden light that held everything in its glow. Only the water moved and made any sound as it gurgled by. The recent floods have stripped so much earth from the roots of the trees on the banks, they look quite vulnerable now, and I found myself worrying that they might let go. I do not want them to succomb. I do not want to find them fallen. I do not want to see change in this place where I feel safe and at home. I want them to stay the same, right where they are, my friends along the little paths I know so well.
The trees aren't worried however. I can tell. They live in the present moment, and never concern themselves with past failings or future fears. They are fully present. They exist in an eternal now, in a perfect space where everything is exactly as it should be. Standing or falling, it is all the same to them. However it is, is however it is.
I wish I was like that. I am like that sometimes. For a fleeting moment, like a breath sucked in, I am like that. I can be at One with the All That Is, and sense it - but soon it goes, and before I know it (and when I know it), my mind is talking to me and I know I've lost it again.
The best way to stay in the present moment is to laugh.
Yesterday I laughed. I really, really laughed. I laughed until my belly ached and I could laugh no more. I felt the laugh way down inside of me, my whole body laughed, I felt my lungs moving in a way I never normally do, I felt my body resonating in a way I never normally do. I hardly knew myself. And when I stopped laughing, I realised with a strange sensation of longing in my heart, that I couldn't remember the last time I did.
The trees aren't worried however. I can tell. They live in the present moment, and never concern themselves with past failings or future fears. They are fully present. They exist in an eternal now, in a perfect space where everything is exactly as it should be. Standing or falling, it is all the same to them. However it is, is however it is.
I wish I was like that. I am like that sometimes. For a fleeting moment, like a breath sucked in, I am like that. I can be at One with the All That Is, and sense it - but soon it goes, and before I know it (and when I know it), my mind is talking to me and I know I've lost it again.
The best way to stay in the present moment is to laugh.
Yesterday I laughed. I really, really laughed. I laughed until my belly ached and I could laugh no more. I felt the laugh way down inside of me, my whole body laughed, I felt my lungs moving in a way I never normally do, I felt my body resonating in a way I never normally do. I hardly knew myself. And when I stopped laughing, I realised with a strange sensation of longing in my heart, that I couldn't remember the last time I did.
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