…my husband said yesterday when I exclaimed I was going to zoom to the farmer’s market to pick up a few things and be right back to make breakfast. Although he almost never sits still, he is the one who keeps reminding me to slow down and smell the roses.
The subject of living in the moment keeps creeping up for me. Watching the fabulous fireworks in Warwick on Saturday night, the thought popped up that fireworks must be the one thing outside of meditation where I cannot be other than entirely in the moment. The minute I think about what I see there is already something else to see. So I have to suspend my thinking to keep up with the enjoying.