Twelve Minutes In Time
The fog is very dense this morning here in Minnesota … very eerie, ghostly and mysterious. As the night tries to give up its possessive grip on darkness and allow itself to morph into a tiny glimmer of the approaching dawn, my thoughts and feelings are drawn toward reflection on seeing and not seeing, feeling and not feeling. Oh, maybe even being and not being. And the ability to not think and simply be.
My cat is curled up right in front of my keyboard purring away. I have to wrap my arms around him to type and I must say some days this invasion irritates me, but today, it is a wonder. Comforting, warm, furry, sleepy “Oy” is totally in the moment and not concerned one iota about how my arms ache from keeping them wrapped around him while I type. He just continues to purr and lovingly wink at me. He is in the moment 100%. And I find I don’t care about the aching because all of this fills me and this moment in time with bliss.
Without intention I began to get into his purring, his unconditional love, the mist outside, everything. The whole of it all. And I became completely lost in the moment. Nothing else existed. It was a moment that could never be recreated. How long is a moment in time? Well, I spent 12 minutes in that moment without ever comprehending time. Incredible huh?
The reflection is this. If I go through my day just being in each moment to the best of my ability, just image how enriched my life would be with all those long moments! How many “12 minutes” can I add to each day where I make no attempt to judge, control, or manipulate? How many “12 minutes” have I already missed? Doesn’t matter – the past and cannot be changed. My goal is to work on seeing each moment and actually be in them.
The freedom to be in real-time is within us all. We just need to take the time to be there.
Blessing to you all.