If I was to sit only in this moment, this precise moment ...
where Banshee looks so cute scavenging through the grass for
a morsel of vegetables I scattered only moments before
where the gates play a tune harmonising with the wind
chimes, accompaniment to the birds in the distance and the whirring of a
helicopter not even in view
where the shadows of leaves dance in and out of time to the
orchestra of nature all around
where I taste every bean grounded as I take a long
pleasurable sip of my coffee
where I can practically hear the lemons chanting to each
other "You jump, no you jump, no you first"
where the toot of a train travels on the breeze as a tiny
leaf somersaults over my head, pirouettes against a beautiful blue backdrop of
sky and playfully tumbles to the waiting blanket of grass
where the low rhythmic beat of a bass drum entices the wind
to get stronger
where there is so much quietly happening as a dragonfly
lands to visit on one of the perfectly laid bricks upon which my table and
chair are sitting ...
If I was to sit only in this moment, this precise moment ...
there is no worrying but rather an
appreciation for the flock of birds passing over the yard
there is no missing a love that is not mine yet but rather
observation of new growth on my lettuces
there is no resentment but rather a gratefulness for the
intermittent breeze that cools a hot skin
there is no sadness but rather a smile at Banshee's wagging tail and snort for attention.
If I were to stay in this moment, this precise moment ...
then the stress of "whatever" would only be
relevant in a moment yet to be, rather than an impediment to every other moment
and would not distract me from the joy of this moment ...
... this moment where I am aware of ...
the tingling in my toes
the movement of my arms as my pen writes
the moisture as my tongue licks my lips
the energy in my body from the fruit recently enjoyed
the soft rubbing of my hair as the wind blows it across my
shoulders
the panting of a puppy so happy to have me sitting exactly
where I am ...
in this precise moment.
If I could practice being in the moment, every moment, then
life would be less complicated, less worrisome, less stressful and move to a
life of appreciation, wonder and gratitude for "what is" and if I,
for a moment, let myself "think" about that, then I think I like the
idea of such a life.
And the miner bird with the iridescent orange beak that just
landed on my fence, joined by the throaty chorus of the pigeon that just perched on my
roof, agree.
Peace.
(c) Dianne Traynor
20 October 2012
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