March 9, 2008
I stand by the window in the kitchen and bathe in the glow of the afternoon sun. With eyes closed I try to still my mind and body and drink in the moment. With so many demands and so many preoccupations, just to be still and feel the warmth on my face and see the orange glow through my closed eyelids reminds me of the pleasure of simply noticing where I am and what I’m doing, a random moment in time poised between action and action; doing and doing. The moment is fleeting but the pleasure of it lingers on.