In the last few days I’ve had conversations with several people who have lost loved ones recently. Their stories serve as a stark reminder that this moment is all we have.
I checked my watch and noticed that it doesn’t tell moments, or insights, or warn us when the big one is coming, or countdown to aha experiences.
In a real sense, tomorrow is now as are yesterday, last year, next year.
What sense does it make to wait for the watch to tell us the time has come to engage the moment?
That’s why on this blog we speak of seizing the moment, sitting down, and putting a few words on paper, words that may be the difference between seeing clearly in the now or walking in a haze.
I went to the doctor yesterday for a persistent crackling in my chest, a common thing for me when I get a head cold and drainage. Usually, I end up with pneumonia, and that was my fear when I scheduled the appointment, after a week on antibiotics. It wasn’t COVID-19, and it wasn’t pneumonia. The doctor ordered a change in antibiotics, and I feel better today. But the thing was that my blood pressure yesterday came in at 118 /70, the best numbers I’ve seen in a long time.
Why was that, you reckon?
My bet is on two things: scratching words in a journal and meditation.
Neither of those things costs me a penny, and both take place in the now, not in the world that may be here tomorrow.
Want to join me?
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