I’ve changed the wake-up song on my phone again. Now it’s “Rise,” by Eddie Vedder. On the ride into work this morning, the song was still stuck in my head, so I put it on in the car. The cattle were out in the pasture grazing as I came up onto the top of the ridge. The sun was shining in a blue sky, with just a few soft clouds dabbed here and there for contrast. Eddie Vedder was singing:
Such is the passage of time, too fast to fold
Suddenly swallowed by signs, lo and behold
Gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up, throw down my ace in the hole
It was just a moment. Nothing profound, nothing life changing, but a moment. And I was there for it. And it was beautiful.
I’m sure there’s no shortage of moments–they keep coming, don’t they–but it seems all too rare that I am actually aware of the moment as I am experiencing it. It’s so much easier to be oblivious to the world beyond my own thoughts, but of course more often than not “the good stuff” is not what’s going on between my ears, but what’s happening right in front of my eyes.
Sure, I’d like to string more moments of mindfulness together, but just for today: I was grateful to be present, if only for that one moment, to the flow of my life as I was living it.