A dear friend recently describes a beautiful moment of mindfulness – an awakening to now and here, a sudden heightening of attention. Pure being. Simple bliss.

Suppose it happens when bicycling with a partner in the cool quiet evening, after a crowded public event in a dense downtown city. Or when stepping aside to let someone pass on a narrow muddy path in the woods, and feeling the scratch of a thorn. Or when startled by a glimpse of crimson, a scarlet splash on a curve of flesh or flower or flame.

It could happen anywhere. How to share such an instant, know that another sees it, properly preserve it?

Maybe all that matters is the moment itself, and not the telling or capturing of it? Perhaps what counts is letting it go ...

_{(for K2 aka Square Peg aka KBB; cf Atheist Spirituality (2009-01-29), Constant Kensho (2012-01-19), Charlotte Joko Beck (2014-08-18), No Drama (2015-01-15), Our Job for the Rest of Our Life (2015-07-18), Enlightened State (2015-08-20), Joko on Joy (2015-09-03), One Step at a Time (2017-08-17), ...) - ^z - 2020-07-06}