“Being in the Moment”
There was a particular day while on sabbatical in France two years ago when the idea of a people always being in the right place at the right time really made sense to me. Melinda and I chose to not have a car, wanting to experience a year in which we relied on public transportation. On this day, each time I planned to catch some aspect of public transportation, the vehicle I planned to catch was right there, like it had been waiting for me.
As part of this week’s inspiration message, I encourage you to go read the blog entry I wrote that day.
Next, practice imagining that you are exactly where you need to be right now. Doing this, the experience can be so profound it might feel like each moment has been structured just for you. I don’t mean in some egotistical way, like you or I are the center of the universe or something, but that each thing we individually experience, each of us, has been structured just for us.
Applying this to my day in France, I imagine that the moment I had on the water taxi was structured just for me. Everything came together at just the right time for me to have the experience I had, just as it did for the boat captain and a mom and her son, all of us being on that little boat at the same time. In that moment, our individually tailored experiences all came together for two or three minutes. And in those couple of minutes were multiple “opportunities to meet.” I took advantage of a small one, acknowledging the kind way the captain greeted me as I entered the boat and the kind way he bid me farewell when I exited.
The captain’s kindness has stayed with me, although it probably meant very little to him (I doubt he wrote about having met me, for instance). But practicing being in the moment, I continue to want to celebrate it.
Link to Book: “My Grandfather’s Blessings”
When we got home to Texas last week, I heard about several people with illness, operations, or in hospice care. Yesterday I went out on the front porch to eat my breakfast and make a phone call and I saw my neighbor two doors away taking a ladder to his dock to do some repairs. I had been told he had knee replacement three weeks ago. When I finished my chores, I went over to visit him. We have been close, even though we don’t see each other very often, ever since his 43 year old daughter died of cancer. I don’t know but I think I was one of the first “strangers” he was able to talk to about his daughter’s death when I took him a pecan pie.
Anyway, he told me I made his day with my visit, because it was his birthday! Serendipidy! I did not know, but something compelled me to go hear abour his recovery from the surgery. Another moment where something I did made a difference to him and me.
Bravo Linda. It is truly amazing how a moment of kindness can change someone’s whole day.