Be. In this moment …
And … We’re back!
Seriously. Life has been rippin’ down the track and I feel a bit windblown from sittin’ in my engineer’s seat by the window of my red engine car. 
I have so many post starters playin’ in my head … It is just that — despite having a lot to say, blog, etc. — I have had little time to type it out here. 
So, one phrase that keeps playin’ in my head is: Be … In the moment … Consistently.
Life happens; it comes on pretty strong sometimes with its revolving doors spewing out commands and demands, shoulds and oughts, and non-stop tyranny-of-the-urgent that yank at your arms … Dragging you into moments yet to occur. 
But … Ya’ know … We have a choice. Consistently.
Every day. Every moment …
To simply Be …
The basics of said Choice: Shall I sip ever-so-slowly from the colorful mugs of the proverbial café mochas of Life? Or shall I funnel-guzzle — with no notice of the delicate hints of sweet cinnamon and rich cream?
Just like you … I have had to ask myself these questions; I have had to make The Choice during the past several weeks of busy-ness — as well as the other opportune moments presented from the pages of other drama-chapters of my life …
- First Official Introduction: I was a 20-something, working full-time, attending graduate school and volunteering at a local women’s center. (Yes. That does sounds a tad bit insane!
) The presence of these questions and The Choice seemed huge and looming as I often pondered my answer while sitting, knees to my chest, with my first canine kid, Ari, curled up beside me — on the outdoor balcony (of my all-time favorite apartment!) which overlooked a small pond, complete with Koi and a bubbling fountain. Said “water-music” was ever-so soothing (and served to drown out the “voices” in my head screaming to “try-harder” and “do-more” … 
) - Second Arrival: Showed up on the doorstep of my country home during my 30-something years; I was M’s Bride and “Mom” (and a very part-time career gal). Motherhood was n-o-t-h-i-n-g like I expected and it just about kicked my hiney, dear reader! Sadly, I was often too busy “dealing with reality” to even answer the persistent knocking of The Choice … And if I ever finally dared to open the door to sipping that café mocha, I would feel guilty. (Funnel-guzzling … um, no guilt. I was doing w-a-y too much of that to feel anything.)
- More Recent Visit: They arrived once again when I was a (younger) 40-something. This time, no knocking. They came via jet-arrival — right through my front door! — via the words, “You have cancer.” And — for the record — cancer was a walk in the park compared to mothering the eldest of my brood. I love ‘em … But, whew!
That was the most exhausting set of Life Lessons I have ever been blessed with!
Fortunately … (tap, tap) … Are you still reading? Or have I completely gone too far down “memory lane”??
Here’s the deal: I have THE best friends in the world! Hugs all around to ya’ll!
Because for the past seven years … I have moved beyond merely hearing their wise words and prayers … I started processing — their words and the words I could speak to anyone but myself. I started embracing (and surrounding myself with) their comfort and receiving their “presence” and other gifts of love. (Instead of being The Lone Ranger — convinced I was a burden, feeling completely lost sans sustenance — just awanderin’ around the Wild, Wild West! 
So-o, let me just cut to the chase … I now have approximately 20 years of practice and experience regarding answering those two questions, making The Choice — as well as the outcomes. AND, I hope and pray you will realize that being in this moment (sippin’ that café mocha 
) is definitely the way to go.
If, for some reason, you don’t believe me or think I just don’t know what your life is like — and.or you consider “running as fast as you can” part of your “plan” to “manage” your life … Please … Let me hear from you. 
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