The gardens are now a withering version of what they were a couple of months ago. Yesterday, I was chatting with a stranger about being present. We always tend to project our thoughts to the future or in the past. But we are never here, never now.
As we were exiting the elevator to start our work day the woman said, "Maybe there isn't that much to be happy about right now to keep our minds in the present."
Then she said, "This is such a philosophical subject for such an early hour." I laughed. We wished each other good day. The thing is, what she said is true. When we eat a delicious meal it is gobbled instead of savored with our palate. Instead of enjoying each morsel that is placed into our mouth.
We miss details in the busyiness of life. Like a colorful flower, beautiful beads on a dress, an intended smile. Things that are here, now, present seem to not be worth savoring, which they should, because they are our future memories. I want to practice being here in the moment and live like it was my last day on earth having permission to do nothing if I want to.