In This Moment

 Praying. It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.  Mary Oliver

We certainly know that there aren’t always the obvious things—the irises—which give rise to an easy offering of gratitude. There are those stoney moments which challenge me to gratitude. What, right now, am I grateful for? The slow healing of a sudden fracture; the refreshing breeze through my balcony door; the coming-together of a project in all it’s imperfections and it’s beauty; the joy in watching my cat have the “zoomies” followed by his complete relaxation; those flutters of hope which keep me in a state of expectation.

I’ve had my coffee. I’ve made my bed. I am ready for this day. In this moment, I am right here, right now. I will hold times of silence and times of prayer throughout the day. I will be reminded to return to Now, and I will do so.

In this moment, all is well, and for that, I am grateful.