Time is elusive. Moments fleeting. I know that this is true because I sit here listening to water falling from the mountains in a force so powerful it carves its own path to the stream below. The water is proof of time. Proof of forward movement. I recognize this moment as a moment of awareness. Awareness of time and of life in motion.
Glacier National Park has provided me a moment that has become moments that have become space that have become experience. A string of single moments strung together to ignite a sensory explosion so breathtaking that its existence is hardly fathomable. Hence the need for awareness of time. The proof that these moments have existed.
There was the moment when I stumbled across an older woman wading in the icy waters of Lake McDonald. That moment inspired by this female pathfinder became a moment turned moments turned experience. I took a chance and joined her. I stripped down to my skivvies, climbed to the front of my kayak, became encouraged by my boys standing on the shore chanting, “Do it! Do it! Do it!”, and leaped. Jumped right in to the ice cold waters. Fully immersed in the icy waters and vowing to last more than just a few seconds, I had to remain focused on each individual breath. Each spacious moment. I swam to the woman who had inspired this jump and I learned that she was a spry 72 years old! Her spirit and energy filled me and we swam together for a span of nearly 20 minutes or more. Her moments inspiring my moments. My moments inspiring moments within each member of my family who all joined in the experience for a few seconds or a few minutes. If we allow ourselves, we find we are all pathfinders. We are all both inspiring and inspired.
I was fully empowered and alive, simply because of a moment turned moments turned experience. A bunch of tiny moments strung together to become part of me and my story. Time both present and moving.
There were many other pinch-worthy moments reminding me of life and progress and the enormity of time and space. Moments that I grasped and followed in to experience. When standing in awareness, fully awake, only then does one become fully immersed in this journey called life. I’m thankful that I’m finally seeing the moments presented to me and no longer sleeping through them. May you too, reader, become more present in your moments and find in those moments a variety of experiences.
Just for my recollection, when many other moments want to take the space that these moments occupy, I want to jog my memory with these bullet point reminders:
* The most serene campsite in which daily deer would pass through and even the occasional black bear.
* Observing Marmots in play.
* 9 Blissful Days of family unity and zero electronics.
* Watching a mosquito feed on Adam and instead of finding annoyance in its need for blood, appreciating the awesomeness of sharing life and observing a belly fill with nutrients. Appreciating all life.
* Listening to each of my boys lead their first family meditations. The perspective of a child is something we can all learn from.
* Hearing what words the campfire and trees spoke to my boys. The boys are still open enough to hear nature and that encourages me to keep listening and practicing mindfulness.
* The day G cried because he had hugged a tree and felt a connection so deep he grieved leaving the tree behind.
* Hiking for 3 miles with the boys and at the end stumbling across a landscape of waterfalls and vegetation that cause you to believe you could really leave your life behind and live in the wild. The forest somehow feels more natural than returning to city life.
* Nights under the stars with your best friend and lover snuggled in a hammock made for one. Knowing that all is right with the world as long as you are together.
* A bike ride up the Going to the Sun Road when the road is closed to vehicles. Just you, your boys, countless waterfalls, a river, and the occasional deer.
* Laughing hysterically when it rains so hard on that bike ride that you are not even able to see straight ahead. Knowing that you are alive and you are teaching your boys to laugh when crying would be easier!
* Introducing the No Trouble Bubble. Looking at the father of your children and laughing because what is being said in the bubble is both hilarious and frightening and the bubble confirms that as parents we are succeeding.
* Meditation in a place isolated enough to believe that you are no longer human…in fact you are water. Transitioning, fluid, and unbreakable.
Time may be elusive but I am determined to be present for every moment possible. May you be present as well. Journey On.