It Only Takes A Moment
“Love the moment and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries.” —Corita Kent
Speaking with someone recently about Eremos and what it means to be contemplative, I mentioned how short breaks in the day to come back to the present can be as deeply restorative as extended times of meditation.
The conversation led to thinking about how powerful moments can be, and the trap we often lay for ourselves when we insist we don’t have time for soul-nourishing things. If we didn’t make assumptions about how much time we needed for something to be fun, healing, or effective, is there more we might say yes to?
If you’re feeling caught up in all there is to do today or in worries about the future, can you pause for just a moment to take a deep breath? Could you add in a “thank you” to that pause? How about an attentive gaze to something or someone near you? Aha! Just past that momentary pause you might find a new calmer, lighter you. It only takes a moment.
May you call on the power of a momentary pause whenever you need it. And may these momentary pauses see you through the ups and downs of this Season of Light.
Stop a Moment
“In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.”
Joy in Your Heart
“If you carry joy in your heart, you can heal any moment.”
Reduced to Joy
I was sipping coffee on the way to work,
the back road under a canopy of maples
turning orange. In the dip of woods, a small
doe gently leaping. I pulled over, for there
was no where else to go. She paused as if
she knew I was watching. A few orange
leaves fell around her like blessings no
one can seem to find. I sipped some
coffee, completely at peace, knowing
it wouldn’t last. But that’s alright.
We never know when we will blossom
into what we’re supposed to be. It might
be early. It might be late. It might be after
thirty years of failing at a misguided way.
Or the very first time we dare to shed
our mental skin and touch the world.
They say, if real enough, some see God
at the moment of their death. But isn’t
every fall and letting go a death? Isn’t God
waiting right now in the chill between the
small doe’s hoof and those fallen leaves?
—Mark Nepo, Reduced to Joy