Swim where the river seems laziest, you'll mirror her mood. Taking note of the moment, I wrote this as I stood on a bridge overlooking the Russian River.
Laying in an amphitheater in the middle of the Redwoods. A nap came easy as the kids performed on the stage.
Collecting striated rocks, crab heads, and piles of driftwood from the beaches in Big Sur.
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We all have our own rhythm, our own speed that we move at. Some of us move faster than others. Some move slower. But with all, life moves steadily along.
These last four months were an equal mix of vacation and work for me. I spent days pursuing nothing much and weeks with deadlines and a long list of things that I wanted to accomplish. One of my goals over the last few years has been to live a few moments fully each day. I don't want days go by in a blur because I didn't look up and be present.
Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments.
We don't remember days, we remember moments. It kind of takes the pressure off life, right? Pursue good moments. Don't worry about a bad day, a busy week, a not so great year. Build your moments. Write them down. Snap a shot. Live them so deeply that you don't even need to take note, because they have burned themselves into your memory. Go after those moments that take you by surprise, don't let them end. But also, don't wait for them, create them. Take your lunch outside and sit on the grass, take that walk after dinner, surprise them by wrestling on the rug when you should be getting them into the bath. Everyday. Make a moment. A moment that lifts you outside your routine, outside your schedule, outside yourself and makes life stop. Just for a moment.