Being Present


Sometimes what I cherish the most is being in a present state of mind. I can’t count the number of times I have pulled into the driveway feeling like I had blinders on, failing to notice something as simple as a bee flying around a new flower on the vines around the driveway entrance. 

This time of year yellowish tassels extend from the sumac and the coralberry grows thick beneath the oaks. Most of the time I don’t give them a moments thought as I drive past. Wildflowers dance in the winds and the last bits of grass reflect a deep green just before the summer heat turns so much of it brown; yet most of the time I am worried about whether the grass needs to be mowed and pay little attention to color.

A present mind walks in wonder of all life at all times, but who has time for that? Perhaps that is why vacations are so important -- to escape routine. I wish sometimes I could time travel to experience what life was like before industrialization, but I don’t think I would want to live in that time forever. I might say the same thing about today 100 years in the future.

In life, we are as subject to the seasons as the bee flying around the new flower, or the sumac, or the coralberry growing thick beneath the oaks. Though I can’t always be present enough to recognize this, I cherish those moments when I am.