“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take,
but by the number of moments that take your breath away”
...anonymous
We read and hear frequently these days that being PRESENT in the moment, is the key to happiness- and to experiencing the Divine in our everyday lives. But what does that mean exactly in real everyday life – when we are late on the bills, sitting in traffic, stuck at the office until 8:00 pm, facing a financial or health crisis, and the endless litany of stuff that drains our energy so that there is nothing left? How do ordinary folks like us find those glimpses of the Divine in the middle of this hectic human experience, if aren't rich, famous or royalty, and we don’t live in an ashram, a hilltop mansion in Fiji, or a beach front villa? What if we’re not Oprah, Eckhart or Deepak… where and when do we get our opportunities for bliss?
I found my answer in the most unexpected place, and my experience was so utterly Divine – time stood still, my heart stopped and tears welled up in my eyes. It happened in a matter of seconds and was over in a blink of an eye – but it meant more to me than being in that hilltop mansion in Fiji for sure.
I found my answer in the most unexpected place, and my experience was so utterly Divine – time stood still, my heart stopped and tears welled up in my eyes. It happened in a matter of seconds and was over in a blink of an eye – but it meant more to me than being in that hilltop mansion in Fiji for sure.
I was sitting in the stands waiting for my grandson’s 6th grade basketball playoff game to start. To him, this game was as important as any NBA championship. He was serious, focused and determined in an extraordinarily mature way, that was well beyond his twelve years. He is my only grandchild and we have always had a special bond. Even though he is getting a little shadow of dark fuzz on his upper lip and eruptions on his face, he is still my little guy. With him, I get to play, be silly and break the rules. I get to irreverently advise him before every game, “Kick butt and take names, Honey”, followed by exaggerated fist and chest bumping– and he laughs and rolls his eyes.
His team makes their grand entrance into the gym, complete with their most serious “game” faces on - heads down, focused and ready for stiff competition. I have been instructed to be restrained and not embarrass him by cheering and calling him “Honey” in public . So, I sit there quietly on the outside, while screaming and cheering on the inside. Just before his team huddles with the coach, my little guy, Ryan, ever so discreetly, breaks formation to purposefully look all through the crowd until he finds my face –then he flashes that impish, dimpled grin acknowledging that he sees me - and most importantly, that he is happy and proud that I am there! We make eye contact for a precious split second , and I respond with our special hand gesture. My favorite affirmation pops into my head, as the tears roll down my cheeks… “In the Infinity of life where I am, all is perfect, whole and complete”.
Wishing you Magic, Miracles and Moments that take your breath away!
Vikki
Wishing you Magic, Miracles and Moments that take your breath away!
Vikki
