I remember sitting on my Grandmother’s couch being taught the word of God. Over the years I’ve created my own sense of faith. The thing that really stuck with me though was her human connection to anyone in her presence.
You didn’t have to be famous for her to pay attention to you. The love exuding from her was given to the poorest of men.
So many things come and then they disappear. Some of them replaceable, some of them invaluable.
The blue green waters of Greece, the colorful roads in Dubai, the delectable Crepes and bust of people walking along the streets of France are all things priceless to me.
But in the familiar territories of the cities I’ve lived in most of my life, I don’t feel as if anything is free.
It seems like even the simple gestures cost something.
Why do we feel the need to be so far away, even when our bodies are touching?
The idea that if it doesn’t happen now, it never will?
Embrace every moment.
Smile at every being.
Take your time.
But most of all pay attention to what is in front of you.
Time, it starts over every day whether we are present or not.
Tomorrow greet a stranger, turn your devices off for an hour.
Feel what is stirring inside of you.
Let the wind blow on your skin.
Acknowledge that you’re alive.
Being present only cost a penny. We can all afford to be a little less distracted