There are many nights, like tonight,
where I cannot get to bed. It’s as if I choose to be selfish and hoard the
quiet. Roaring vehicles aren’t driving past; UPS has come and gone; the feathered
creatures are resting their instruments. No surprises. The only thing
registering in my brain is the light, familiar, soothing tip-taps of the keys
on my MacBook. So comforting, like a soft down comforter on a cold night or an icy glass of sweet tea in the summer's scorching heat. I have control. I can edit, delete, copy and
paste. I can think before I speak by typing, re-reading, re-reading again, then post (less chances of offending or
hurting or over-sharing). I can delay, I can speed things up. I can imagine and
tell the truth. And because I don’t feel particularly successful today, I don’t
want the day to end—because there’s still a chance. Yes. Still there is a chance to
share my heart, send that email, find that job, create a new world, begin my
future.
But in this very moment, I suddenly realize
what I really need is to be in the
moment, with the quiet, take that breath, and the success is there. The
challenge and the gift is this present moment. It's all I've got.
And I can finally enjoy the
quiet. True quiet. For once.
[Yawn.]
1 comment:
So far, this is my favorite blog article. Perhaps because I can so identify with it. I find that when the world is asleep -- that is when it is the most awake... Finally, all of the distractions of the day have dissolved into the darkness and the deep breath of the earth can now be heard. Breath is life and life is Gaia; awake amidst the dreaming... fanchon
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