Devouring The Moment

I woke up today and felt more rested then I have in a long time. I made my ritualistic morning cup of black bitter coffee and sat out in my boxers, sipping the cup of Joe on the balcony. The day is absolutely beautiful. It is cool and not the hot and humid day to day that we have grown accustomed to this summer. I couldn’t have asked for a better moment. There is something quite powerful about feeling entirely content in the face of uncertainty. It is quite liberating to not dwell on where my next meal will from, how rent will be paid next month, how many more quarters I have left to my name, why was I not enough for Mr. so-and-so, etc. Many of you might think that I have gone totally insane due to my lack of worries but I kid you not, there is so much empowerment in the process of a conscious breath of free air, in the stopping for a moment to take a picture of a bee or flower, in taking in the fullness of the present and accepting that all is as the universe dictates and that everything eventually unfolds and blossoms. It is easy to miss out on the magic of a moment when fear and contemplation of the future have a hold on you. Why fear tomorrow today, this moment? Why miss out and fail to consume the magnificence of the present?

At this moment all my windows are open and the sun pours into my life like honey, Ella Fitzgerald's voice looms in the background beckoning lovers at an ear-shot to kiss, the curtains sway in the breeze, the girl next door is smiling from behind a cigarette because she loves to look at me in my boxers in the morning, the flowering vines on the fence below are fully blossomed, the peppers and tomatoes are ripe with color, Monarch butterflies clumsily flap past, small finches fight over a bug, a dove on the electrical wire hoots in search of a mate and so on and so on. All these things, I might have missed this morning but I chose not to be a blind witness to these small gifts, the things that make life worth living, God’s love manifest.

Take a moment and devour it as if it were your last, treat it like Christmas gift wrapping or a cool glass of water on a scorching day, consume it, and lose yourself in it because it is ultimately yours.