Tuesday, Apr. 17, 2007 - 1:46 p.m.

One of the lessons I learned from Bill's illness was to live in the moment. With Spring now here I was remembering all of our long bike rides that last Spring.

We were truly in the moment of the time. Although I'm a writer I can not even begin to put into words the true connection. Not only with each other but also with the universe as well. The cloud of Alzheimer's for a little while gone.

Right now I hear the birds singing. A Spring mist has ended and the smell of clean, crisp air is coming in through an open door. The earth is clean and fresh. One of the dogs is cuddled up near me while I type this on my laptop. My senses alive to what is happening at this moment.

The other day I was weeding in the yard and was surprised to see the snapdragons in bloom. I wondered how had I missed not seeing the buds. They are where I walk by everyday. How many other things have I missed by not being in the moment and being aware? How many miracles have I missed not being a witness to? How many times have I not lived in the moment?

There is nothing wrong with for a short time revisiting the past or going into the future for a short time but in the end it is the moment at hand which matters the most. I feel if I do not live in the moment my life will not be as rich and full as it could have been if I had only lived in the moment.

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Perspective On Death - Monday, Mar. 03, 2008
Living In The Moment - Tuesday, Apr. 17, 2007
Another New Year - Wednesday, Jan. 17, 2007
Show Must Go On - Saturday, Sept. 02, 2006
To Love Again - Friday, Apr. 28, 2006

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