Being in the Present

It's morning. I'm sitting in my sun porch, drinking coffee. The dog is sleeping nearby. The windows are open and I breath the sweet, moist California air. I feel the heat under the moist cool. I know today will be hot. 

I'm listening to my ambient/Boards of Canada station. It mixes well with the noises from the neighborhood. Gates opening. Birds. Weed wackers. The jingle of dog tags on their morning walks. I look out the window at my favorite plants. The bush with the petit purple flowers. The spring green of my Brugmansia leaves. The tall stalks of my sun flowers. Deep green of Rosemary. Fecund fruit trees. Spiky palm leaves and soft willowly Jacarandas, dropping their carpet of fragrant sweet purple blooms. 

I've got that feeling again. The softness in my heart. Content in the present moment. To accept what comes. I think of my friends. So many that I love. The various connections. These moments I share in present space, expanding the love I have for them. Connecting over our love of shoes or film  making or SciFi or years of friendship and often over long distances through the magic of technology and text messages and twitter. I am thankful for them. I work to be a better friend. To be there for them. And when I am, when I give, I feel so much return. 

This present moment, this bliss, this is what I try to give attention to. Awareness and enjoyment of the moment.

Comments

[Deidre]

Those cool LA mornings before the heat takes over are so lovely. You described it beautifully, I love how your writing zings between the intellectual charge of the latest technology and the slower, enduring charms of nature. We find our place in the middle, always balancing.