Every day moments slip by me as easily as snow falling. Even in the midst of a
conversation about much loved dogs or cats, the latest block buster or how to cook a
delicious omelet. If I rely on memory to put a pin in each moment, I may be
disappointed. Some moments
do remain, but for how long,
no one can say.
‘Staying in the moment’ is curious
because moments melt like snow
landing on my nose. I just get up
and wash the dishes or wade through
the snow to the lake, talk on the phone,
or settle in with a good book.
‘“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favourite day,” said Pooh.’
~ A.A.Milne
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