All week last week I was feeling anxious. Unstill. Struggling to stay in the moment, any moment.
I let my classes out early. I rushed everywhere and was still late. I wore a watch, and checked it, even during yoga, which I left. . . early. Twice. I checked the time even when assisting.
I never do that.
All week, I could not turn off a total body sense of urgency to
For nothing. For everything. For no one, and for everyone.
By Sunday evening, I felt like something was going to burst out my chest, literally perhaps. I was looking for some kind of release— somatic maybe— and what I was doing wasn’t working, yet.
So I went for a run because, sitting in it (whatever “it” was) any longer wasn’t working. I was craving efficient motion. Immediate results.
Yes, there is total irony in that truth. Clearly. But it worked.
Five blocks in and my heart rate slowed. Yes. Slowed. Ten blocks and the space between my forehead softened. Two miles and my shoulders dropped away from my ears. By the third mile I had forgotten what I was doing or where I was.
So I stopped. And I saw. And I felt.
And I reconnected with the moment.
Around me was the abundant beauty of spring in Sacramento. Up and down the streets were people biking, walking, talking, and engaging.
Present. People were present. And that was perfect and enough.
As am I. As are you. Because,
You are whole and complete and exactly where you’re supposed to be.
There is nothing to rush. There is no where else to be. There is no “done,” anyway.
To be alive is to be impermanent.
All things change. Always. And thus, the attachment we place to time becomes somewhat arbitrary. Why rush? So we can wait? And, why wait? For whom? For what?
Frantic motion is not a solution. Neither is hiding, stuffing, or inauthenticity.
Refuse to live in multiple spaces. Get present. Not behind. Not ahead.
Get real. It’s enough. I promise.
There is this time, there is this space, there is this now. It won’t be back and it won’t wait for later.
There is simply this moment; so be in it.
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2 thoughts on “BE HERE NOW”
i can feel the writer
is nearly calmed
in her aspiration 🙂
True story 😉