There are so many moments that make up our days. These days quickly become years, and suddenly we look at the life we have lived. For me, life is not like a movie, it is a series of moments, or frames of moments that create my life.
They are blocks of time. These blocks are completely adjustable. They can stretch into years, or be as fleeting as butterflies’ flapping wings. We must make the choice to savor the moment. To pause, breathe, take it all in, and become connected to the world that we all inhabit.
I took advantage of some extra time today to take a walk to a little Nepali curry spot for lunch. I noticed as I was walking to the station that there is a small road on the opposite side of the tracks from where I usually trod. I knew that I would take that road on the way back.
I had the curry, a nice surprise as to my usual bento lunch on Fridays, and headed back on the street that I had never walked. The sun was shining, the air was wintery crisp. I walked past a temple, and then came to a tiny playground. There was a fence separating the playground from the temple, yet there was this gigantic multiple pronged tree on the playground side.
The shadow cast by the tree effortless connected with my spirit. I wasn’t trying to make a photograph happen, it just happened. I felt the hues, the charcoaled hues of the shadow, snaking in front of me and leading my eye back to the trunk of the tree.
A brief moment. A moment of mediation where I completely melted into my subject. The shadow, the tree chose me, to photograph them. A beautiful moment of stillness, and clarity.
A perfect way to welcome the sabbath.
Shabbat Shalom, may you all have a beautiful day of rest.