This Moment, This Love
Just breathe . . .
A carefree walk is the end to a week laden with labor. A deep sigh escapes me as I slow my pace in general and reflect on this moment, letting go of the pressing work which I have finished. It is now time to just breathe. It is time to be in this moment. Having walked the road alone for most of my adult life, it is my tendancy to carry many burdens, all at the same time, and to then set very high expectations of myself to never let one of them slip. I have considered in recent days the wisdom that comes with age. What have I learned in my fifty-one years? It seems a door to a new portal is opening for me. I am seeing that there is more than I have seen before. There is more than I knew existed. And the delight is that this new sense of understanding is a thing of comfort. I have lived more than half of my life, and there is less ahead than there is behind. Maybe I should start giving myself more of a break.
My evening ends as all of them do, with a walk with my beloved dogs. It seems they have been born with a wisdom that I have lived to this day to acquire. They care not about things that DO NOT MATTER. They care about loving me, and being loved by me. They've always known. It is a breakthrough in achievement when finally we learn the simplest of lessons. Count what matters, and forget the rest. There is not time to be wasted on the mundane, life-draining minutia that clogs our path on a constant and daily basis. We cannot be well and live in the intensity of exaggerated moments.
Out into the night the three of us go with tails wagging and noses first to the ground, and then to the wind. They are sniffing out what has come before us on our path which wanders to nowhere until we arrive home again. We make our way to the water's edge where birds soar and then splash down with great abandon, and I am struck by their sense of freedom. They go where they will, and there is noone to stop them. The wind whispered a melody of love and lingering to me as the brilliance of the moon shone through a tree, using its branches like the brush of an artist to paint a picture of lighted lace on the ground below. And not wanting to alter the image, I took care to walk around it as I admired the intricacy of its pattern. In the most simple things, we are surrounded by beauty. And as I stand there by the water, entangled for the thousandth time by leashes, I am surrounded by love, and I am struck by the sense of eternity which surrounds this one moment. It is not the first moment of its kind, nor will it be the last. And so it is best I think to reflect upon, with deep appreciation, the moment that is now. This moment. This breath. This life. This love.
© 2013 Bella Nina
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