15 February 2008
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about living in the here and now. I’ve not done too well at that at times in my life; now being one of them. My life is at a bit of a crossroads and my mind spends a lot of time wandering down the avenues of options before me. My body is stuck back at the intersection. While the scenery at the crossroads is nice enough the uncertainty of what is to come has left me drifty and unsettled.
I’ve long contended that to be truly joyful you have to have your heart, your head and your backside in the same place at the same time. Clearly, this morning, that was not the case. I have little tricks I use to gather myself back into the present. One is to go for a walk.
I went for a walk.
It was a beautiful, bright, frosty morning. I was deeply breathing the fresh air. My whole soul was present and filled with joy. Spontaneously, I began to sing a song from the musical Oliver. It was a song young Oliver sings as he wishes for some future moment of long anticipated joy. It is clear how the song began in my heart….On a beautiful winter’s morning. Such a happy surprise for me, was it’s new meaning as I arrived at the conclusion of the stanza.
On a beautiful winter’s morning,
If my wish could come true somehow.
Then the beautiful day that I dream about
Would be here and now.
The realization that it was here and now was enough, for now.
