Yesterday morning it was cold and clear and crisp as I went out to feed the birds. Then I saw the site in this photograph. The moon was so radiant, so crystal clear and beautiful. In a non-mindful state of mind I would have instantly liked it, and in the next moment hurried on with my activities, in that form of mental haste that becomes the norm in many people's lives.
But I didn't do that. I paused, stopped, noticed. Really noticed and saw the wonder of our moon. And the beauty of the way the trees frame and cradled it, like it was a small egg in the nest that was those trees.
We can't glean the fullness of such experiences if we are in a hurry, or if our minds are bedevilled by thoughts, worries, concerns, and that endless to-do list which we constantly review.
Yet these experiences ARE our lives. They are our opportunity to be fully alive in the moment that presents itself to us through our eyes, ears, skin, nose and mouth, and through our clear, calm, mind.
Ultimately all we have are moments, one appearing to us after another. Once one moment goes we can't retrieve it. We could say that we ourselves are nothing more than this series of moments of experience, and the sum total of who we are, how we feel, and what we think is determined by the nature of these moments.
We have it in our power to change the quality of a moment, to turn an argument into a response of friendship, and yes, to change the start of a busy day from one which is filled with a to-do list to one that stops to see the beauty of the moon from our own back garden. In that mindful moment the world changed in my mind from a busy, arduous one to one of joy and love.