Me, 1964, sitting on the back bumper of (I'm told) a 1957 Pontiac, traveling down to D.C. for a March on Washington. The Civil Rights Act was about to be passed, and I was about to turn 17. |
What I also know is that as often as others have said things like this — Thich Nhat Hanh, Pema Chodron, all the Wisdom teachers I've been privileged to read, hear, receive transmission from — until Present Moment awareness arrived in me, it was only ever an idea to me. Mostly, I thought it might be a bogus bit of mind game.
And so, I understand now that some things can be described, but "getting it" is a completely individual matter. What I know to say about this is that with just the right combination of books read, relationships had, diapers changed. bills paid, dishes washed, meals cooked or ordered, with just the perfect blend of miracles observed and experiences of wonder, well, one day you could be folding laundry, answering email, or cleaning the cat box and you realize you're neither old nor young. You simply are and you've gotten down to it — this business of being fully alive.
Bright blessings on that moment when it comes!