What if this is bliss, this moment with all its scratches and scrapes? What if this is the moment we have spent a lifetime working toward, playing with the forces that surround us, maneuvering them to birth this blessed and ordinary time?
What if we have been plotting and planning to make things happen in a certain way and the closest we get to that vision is this very now?
Are we comfortable being in this moment? How about this moment? is there more to feel or to know? Are we there with what surrounds us, what we breathe in and out every moment of our lives?
What I know, what I am constantly learning, is that I am always where I am and that place always leads to another. Can I shift without judgment or complaint? Can I transform myself from here to there, loving both? Can I constantly ask what the lesson is without criticism or harshness?
This is the moment for transformation. It looks and feels like every other moment. It is nothing special and transcendentally unique. This is what we have been given to play with. It is loaned to us and in our gratitude we craft it into a life and then we return it to its sacred place, quietly.