Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?Charles Bukowski
I’ve been reflecting since yesterday on heartstretching moments. There’s the time spent with my own family, my husband, my kids and their kids. And there are the moments with my school kids, virtual now. I miss them and worry about them. Time with friends. Small moments with strangers. Watching my cat, Grayling, sleep.
And then there are moments oceanside, now just a dream and a memory. And hikes on paths shadowed with oaks and beech, or faraway trails stretching from the heights to the horizons. All of these things open my heart as wide as the farm fields down the road. But only if…
I’m present. Only if I remember who I am and what I am about. There’s time now for reflection. I acknowledge my privilege in this time we are in, this time between times. How lucky I am to be well fed and snug at home. But reflecting on huge things, things of the spirit, helps me remember. “Do not forget who you are:” Laila Gifty Akita says, “a sacred soul.” I think about these times, about our own impermanence, and my heart cracks wide open. How much time do we really have? Who am I and what am I about?
Now. Now I’m present, and my heart is open to meet the other.