Winter\u00a0 Waning Wolf Moon<\/p>\n
“Forever is composed of nows.” – Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n
Now is all we ever have.\u00a0 The Buddha lived this truth into a faith.\u00a0 We forget it often, living instead in a land filled with regrets and shame, or in a world flooded with anxieties.\u00a0 Too little do we consider the lilies.\u00a0 The rose beside us goes unnoticed in our rush to get to the next spot on our calendar, any spot but the one in which we find ourselves at the moment, the now.<\/p>\n
This notion seems magical the more you dwell on it.\u00a0 A focus on the moment, a determined grasp of the gestalt of now has the effect of letting regrets fall away, for they are in the past and calming anxieties, for they are in the future and the now is neither past nor future. It is now.<\/p>\n
We can deal with this moment, this particular segment of our existence, the only part of our existence in which we are, ever.\u00a0 It is those past moments which somehow found us lacking or those future moments in which our fears inhere that drag us away from serenity.\u00a0 It does not need to be so.<\/p>\n
Meditation can train us to focus on our breathing, our physical presence.\u00a0 It can help us deal with the monkey mind that scrambles this way and that, shaking a stick of worry or throwing a rock of shame.\u00a0 Even meditation, though, only trains us.\u00a0 It trains us for life in the moment.<\/p>\n
If you can, stop a moment.\u00a0 Right now. Notice your feet, your hands.\u00a0 Breathe in and breathe out.\u00a0 Take a few deep breaths, use the diaphragm.\u00a0 Notice the thoughts that come to you.\u00a0 Notice them and let them go, let them pass on through.\u00a0 They, too, have a journey.<\/p>\n
This is all you know and all you need to know.\u00a0 Right now.\u00a0 Pregnant moment.\u00a0 Your eternity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Winter\u00a0 Waning Wolf Moon “Forever is composed of nows.” – Emily Dickinson Now is all we ever have.\u00a0 The Buddha lived this truth into a faith.\u00a0 We forget it often, living instead in a land filled with regrets and shame, or in a world flooded with anxieties.\u00a0 Too little do we consider the lilies.\u00a0 The … Continue reading The Now<\/span>