I phoned my mom this past weekend and we had a conversation - the words coming out arbitrary, all over the place. As I listened to my mother struggle to find that what she wanted to speak I realized how much can change in a very short time. And so, life must be lived in the moment because every moment moves forward so quickly.
I read a poem by the great Naomi Shihab Nye and the first few lines imprinted themselves as my brain mulled over the words:
"Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness...."
In life there are important things and then there is all the other stuff. Take time to have breakfast, savor a cup of tea. You might think this is all mundane - to me this is bliss.