One Moment


 

I just popped my gummy vitamins into my mouth; they are the treat I give myself after taking my pills. In the distance I can hear an ambulance taking one of my fallen brothers or sisters to the hospital. Out here in the wild frontier of the slow moving South, we play by a different set of rules. Some of us listen to our doctors, while some of us don’t. Some of us hedge our bets against a Preacher or faith, while some of us raise hell till our dying breath.

 Here in this house we’ve done a little bit of it all. Singing Hallelujah! While raising cane with the same breath. I’ve never professed to be a Guru or a Shaman or a Preacher for that matter. Even though I come from a long lineage of Christ following men. But the other side of my family also studied chakras and practiced folk magic. So I’m a mixed up product of all those things, wrapped up in a bag of loose skin and bones; with one foot Praising Jesus! And the other following Zen.  

 So you may ask, what is the secret to your enlightenment? Then I would tell you to keep an open mind and practice the faith you are comfortable with, while obeying the oath “to do no harm”. Outside my window I can hear the moaning of a front end loader tearing into the earth. While inside my autistic son battles with the emotions and the senses that tear at his mind. While my wife hasn’t the capacity or the patience to fully understand either one. So I’m left to my own devices seeking solace where I can. I could run, and in a way I have. But the examples I saw in my family would never let me fully disengage. So I do my best to follow my heart, give voice to the stress, and breathe through it all. One moment at a time.    

 #AnotherMorning #OneMomentAtATime #Mindfulness #Focus #Zen


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