Life is made up of moments. Even the routine, boring, stuff. Perhaps, especially the routine boring stuff. In the greater scheme of things, it is the moments that matter. Yes, milestones, major events, big vacations – all of these are important, and create memories, but it is the now, which we often lose sight of when when planning for the future or reminiscing about the past, that is what our lives are. A succession of nows. And when we suffer a loss, it is in those routine moments, in those small daily things that we take for granted, where we most often feel that loss. Because, in the end, the life that we live exists only in the now – whatever it is we are doing, wherever it is that we are. Fleeting moments. And although “mindful” everything is currently an overused trend,  the truth is that we do, sometimes, need to be more conscious of the present. And, once again, instead of turning to the Buddhists or other spiritual sages, I turn, instead, to Henry James…

“Live all you can — it’s a mistake not to. It doesn’t so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven’t had that, what have you had?. What one loses one loses; make no mistake about that…The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.. Live!” — Henry James, The Ambassadors

Have a peaceful week.

Clouds over the Painted Desert, July 27, 2022.