Babies generally love being tossed in the air—often to the discomfort of those who are watching. We grownups can imagine failing to catch the infant, the dreadful fall, the injuries that could ensue, the terrible guilt based on one clumsy moment. But for the baby nothing is present but the magical pleasure of flying, knowing that you are always caught.
How do you find ways to let go of everything that stands in the way of experiencing the moment?
This is something I’m terrible at: I tend to worry obsessively pretty much the whole day, jumping ahead to future problems or regretting the past without much regard of the present. Sometimes I try to concentrate on my surroundings, describing everything my senses take in. This can help ease the panic, but I don’t think that’s quite the same thing as fully enjoying the moment. I’d love to hear how other people make this happen.
How do you find ways to let go of everything that stands in the way of experiencing the moment?…
My “moment” is always a chaotic whirlpool of loneliness and despair — I try to escape it, whenever possible.
Blessings,
Dwayne