Last week I said that I found a place during my meditation which was the place of inspiration. It was so lovely I didn’t want to leave, nor did I want to take it with me for fear that I would ruin it. Then today, as I looked out at the high desert’s quenched fields covered in rugged green, I realized that there are images and encounters we all experience which inspire us. And these are the physical manifestations of the exact place I visited during my meditation. But as I looked on I could feel my attention being pulled away to things I had to do.
I knew I didn’t want to leave the moment, and promised myself that I’d return when I had more time. Which made no sense. Because while I had things to do, I did have time right then to take it in for a little while longer. And so I did. Because I knew that “another time” would not be the same as right now. Which led me to wonder, what happened to all the other perfect moments I let expire?
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