On Finding a Zen Moment

If it weren’t for that 1 tumbler of coffee in the morning #zen moment…

Those of you know who know me really well, would finish that sentence by saying “you would be admitted in the max security mental ward”.

#gratitude-for-the-lil-things-in-life

Question: If it weren’t for your 1 cup of coffee in the morning #zen moment…..

Today, just sit for a little bit and enjoy a quiet moment just for you.

“Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you – sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.”
― Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

“When forever becomes a place…
when forever ceases to be just a word…
when it ceases to be just a measurement of time….”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free

On Moments that become Meaningless

Sometimes, you wait for a moment to arrive.
You work so hard for it.
So hard.

You move.
You move heaven and earth.

You rock.
You rock even hell.

You try.
You try everything possible.

And, then, finally, the moment arrives.
But, alas, it is completely meaningless.
Because, the one, the one that has to be there with you for the moment to be fulfilled is a 1000 miles away.

Hence, you let the moment slide.
Because, it has become completely meaningless.

So, you stand in the beautiful sunny day enjoying the warm rays.
Then, you take a long nap in the afternoon and just let the day pass you by.

Because, after all, it is just another day.

To Be in the Moment

One of my friend’s reminded me today that the present (moment) is the biggest present (gift).

So, as the fog and rain continue to steal my soul and heart this week…I have been playing all my favorite rain songs for the boys.
I also encouraged the boys to go out and BE with the rain.

To smell the rain.
To touch the rain.
To hear the rain.
To see the rain.
To taste the rain.
To be in the moment…and with the beautiful rain.

I hope that after I am long gone, my love for music and rain…will live on through them.

P.S That is right. Despite my rationale brain, my conspiracy theories and my cynicism (masked…oh so carefully), I am… like all of humanity.. a die hard romantic.