in the Moment
the early morning hours when I carve out a little inward
space of un-clocked time for myself, pacing the half awake
terrace, listening to the birds and smelling the orange
blossoms and pine trees, I wish I could awaken the entire
household and share the peace and wholeness of the moment
with each member (namely my prodigal sons who are presently
at home on holiday and, of course, my husband dear for whom
morning should really start at noon). But I know how precious
sleep is to sleepers, just as the pure dawn air is to early
risers like myself. I am in a minority in my family and
know it's wiser to let sleeping dogs lie.
And anyway, by the time the day ripens and the household
populace rolls off the bed like over-ripe fruit from treetops,
the moment has passed, and I feel self-conscious and shy
about telling them about my wonderful early morning adventures
into spiritual bliss. I mean, at ten o'clock, over a crumbly
breakfast table, the dewy memory of feeling at one with
the universal spirit spells of stale croissants and reheated
parathas. It's like recounting that oh-its-too-hilarious
encounter, which fizzles out in the telling; you just had
to be there. My morning flight into peace also loses its
wings mid-speech; you had to be in that moment.
other point I do still try to communicate to my lazy loved
ones that it does not have to be a morning moment; it doesn't
have to be planned like a walk in the park or trip to the
seaside, though that helps; and it can be as spontaneous
as shutting the book, turning off the T.V. or walkman, leaving
a crowded room and just finding a shady place on a balcony
or a rooftop, a corner of the bus or a window-sill to place
ones chin on. In fact, it could be any time of the day when
you can just disengage yourself from the hectic world, disconnect
your senses from too much information, too much entertainment,
too much noise and too many people. Most important is for
one to locate a peaceful lacuna, in a secluded or beautiful
place in which to just sit quietly, switch off ones mind
and to simply be. And the entire exercise need not take
more than ten minutes. But preferably, it has to be an exclusive
time, an exclusive appointment with oneself.
Then, you must let go of everything and feel centred in
yourself. You have to be alive with your being, breathing
in your own gentle presence, preferably within nature's
subtle rhythms and quiet scheme. But within a natural landscape,
you should be there as a participant not a spectator, you
have to feel a part of the living trees, the breathing leaves,
the whispering breeze, the smiling grass, the laughing buds,
the chattering birds and the singing sky. But it's no great
esoteric exercise into nirvana. I find that just being quiet
for a while and looking at some beautiful thing in nature
and consciously driving out all conscious thought brings
us all to that moment of peace and oneness.
Dwelling in such a moment you become a part of everything
before you and after you, you are the present and the past
and the future, and you are whole, capable of peace for
yourself and for everyone. The world enters you and you
enter the world, and you become capable of creating what
you desire and your desire starts to shape the world. There
is unity, oneness and a tremendous sense of well-being.
Many people use prayer to reinforce such a moment, many
attain creative flashes then, many just use it to refresh
themselves during a busy day. I, for one, am hooked to my
little private place within the heart of my day, specially
the morning when I swing my legs from the happiest branch
of my mind, just dwelling in the moment.
But the other day, while out shopping with my sons, I found
myself, of all places at the Footlocker shoe store watching
my men engage in the intricate cosmic debate of choosing
the right trainers to help them step onto the right path
and the long journey into foot-awareness if not self awareness.
I sat detached on the bench, watching the world pass by,
and inside me I drifted into my spiritual terrace waiting
with its pine smells and geraniums and early morning breeze.
Sure, my excursion into the depths of my being lasted exactly
five minutes before the quests of my deeper soul were crossed
by the questions of even deeper sole-comfort matters, yet
I felt like a brand new person, like someone whose spiritual
foot had been fitted with the airiest sport shoe.
Although, for me, dwelling in the moment is really best
done in the mornings, indulging in it at any time (except
while driving or operating heavy machinery) is highly recommended
and can leave you with--- apart from a silly look on your
face--- a refreshed and happy spirit to renter the worldly
fray full of renewed vigour and spiritual…... Hey, wait
a minute, try it after you have finished this article, not
while reading it, okay? Excuse me……I'm still writing…..
I haven't finished yet. Listen, this not the right moment
to dwell inwards…..not yet….. excuse me….hullo?