Present Mindedness

I used to think I was absent minded.

Walked out to the car without my phone.

Left my umbrella at the restaurant.

Locked my keys in my hotel room … again.

Every once in a while someone has a clever quip … “Had a senior moment didya?”

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Actually left my phone in the house because I was intent on getting to the trailhead.

Left the umbrella back at the restaurant because it stopped raining and the sun’s shining.

Locked my keys in the hotel room because I was going to produce great work in a magical and unfamiliar place.

I wasn’t absent minded in those moments. Quite the opposite.

I am present minded.

Be distracted by the miracle of your path revealing itself before you.

Be present minded.

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“Forever is composed of nows.”

• Emily Dickinson

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“What day is it?” asked Pooh.

“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.

“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”

- A.A. Milne