Although I've been life long explorer of human consciousness and spirituality and such, I’ve never really understood what all the fuss is about “being in the moment?” To me it sounds akin to watching paint dry. My brain likes action - my inner dialogue jumping furiously between old memories and future possibilities. But having such an active brain means my best-laid plans often get waylaid by “bright shiny thing” syndrome (“Oh look…a bright shiny thing!”) which, while mildly entertaining, is extremely frustrating when you’ve got an infinite list of things to do in a finite amount of time.
So imagine my surprise when one day, just recently, I got it. I was “inspired” to do the dishes and, as I went through the process, I realized that I was focusing on nothing else but the feeling of the warm soapy water on my hands…and the way I was able to get every bit of crust off the old fying pan…even the smell of the not-so-fresh dish rag. I was “in the moment” with washing the dishes and it was, dare I say, wonderful.
Being in the moment means being present to the task at hand without my brain racing ahead to the next item on the agenda. It also means ejecting the stream of “shoulds” and “oughts” that often accompany me through my day. It really is that simple. It’s so simple, in fact, that I feel stupid even writing about it! (She never got that? Duh!!)
There are a bunch of things going on in my life right now that could paralyse me with fear about the future, but when I gently pull my mind back from the edge of the precipice and focus on the task at hand, life just flows. I’ve been so amazed by this that I was inspired to sit and write this post. And now I am ready to go and “be in the moment” with my pillow. Good night everyone.