A Moment in Time

Sometimes, in our lives, we are fully present in a moment. Birth of a child, the loss of a loved one, falling in love, traveling, experiencing different cultures, or being taken over by the beauty of nature. During these times, our senses, minds, and souls are open to an enlightened grace and higher consciousness…we are open to a deeper reality and profound beauty.

That said, there are other times when we see the same unseen truths only by reflecting on our past. As we reflect on specific moments, the hidden grace, beauty, and truth become visible through our ongoing life experiences. It is one of the many ways that getting older is a beautiful process.

With this spirit in mind, in a few weeks, I plan to write a series of articles examining a single moment in time. I thought revisiting a Friday evening in Paris would be fun, standing on the corner where the Boulevard Saint-Michel meets the Quais de la Seine. Or, opening night of the Pioneer League (professional baseball) in Helena, Montana, as an 18-year-old young man playing with the rookie ball team for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Or a bench in the small village of Worb, Switzerland, which provided a quiet, safe place to rest during the storms of my thoughts and fears.

The hope would be that the series could be a short, 5-minute getaway or rest stop amid the turmoils and uncertainties we face.

A light-hearted, fun “holiday” for all and another journey for the soul…

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
-Henry Miller