Living in the past

“Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ” ― Coco Chanel

Sometimes, just sometimes, we find the now.

We know we're there because it's so expansive. In fact, it's mostly beyond the ken of our limited, self-orientated thinking. As an example, think of a time you were lost in nature or out at sea or looking up at the night sky. 

That space: it's everyting, including us.

In directing you this way, you'd be forgiven for thinking I'm asking you to lose yourself. I'm not. I mean, how I can invite something that you already are, or better still that's right here, right now, if only you didn't spend so much time in your head.

Yes, you heard me. We live in our heads, mostly in the past.

Imagine, save for the life skills you'd inherited, there was no past. There was just now. 

If you need a way to connect this way, try holding your breath beyond what's reasonable. You'll realise how quickly that concentrates the mind on the now. If you do it for long enough, you'll forget everything other than the next, and very necessary, gulp of air. 

But again you don't have to be so extreme. You can sit in silence and listen. Deeply listen to your beating heart. Feel it. Put your finger on your wrist and you'll know what it means to be connected to the now.

And why you might ask am I sharing these few words with you? Simply this. The more time we spend outwith the now the greater the chance you'll miss out on life. 

I know, I know you've heard it all before, but it's true. 

In being this way, will it make you happier? I've no idea. But you might reconnect with someone or something that opens your heart to a new way of seeing the world.

Blessings.

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