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| "April's New Moon", oil, by V....Vaughn |
All
of us hope for a few faithful friends in our lives, and, strange as it may
sound, I’ve found one in the always-steadfast present moment. I’ve discovered,
as the years have passed, that no matter how unstable and inconsistent my life
seems, there is one thing that is constantly beside me – the present moment.
It’s like a trusted friend, always there in all its fullness and vitality, all
its comprehensiveness and verve. The present moment is unfailing in its loyalty.
Look where I might, I’ll never find anything more reliable. It stays alongside
me at all times in all circumstances, as if to say, “No matter what, I’m here
for you.” And it’s essential that I remember that the present is, indeed, here for
me. Since each moment can’t be anything other than what it is, in that
sense each moment is absolutely perfect, and thus it offers me, over and over,
a flawless gift. Each moment can make my life better in some beautiful way, but
I must make myself see its excellence, its totally reliable ability to unfold
new miracles for my life. The present – or perhaps The Present would be a more fitting way to refer to it – is as trusty
and constant as a friend can be, and more commanding, more matchless, more immaculate
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