Have you ever been somewhere and felt your presence melding with your surroundings, aware that you are there but feeling in tune with everything around you at the same time?
It’s a kind of magic that comes from recognizing the cool buzzing on your skin after a swim in the ocean, or the thrill of making it to a view for sunset, just as the sun lights fire to the water in a wash of orange and gold. It can be found in the moments just before sunrise, when nature is already wide awake.
In the city, these moments are harder to come by, but I’ve still managed to find them, in the time following a mindful yoga practice, where I’ve left the bulk of my thoughts off my mat, or in honest journaling sessions, when I’m listening. I’ve felt in when I make sure not to rush from moment to moment, or when I leave my phone at my bedside table.
So much can be heard, seen, and felt in even the smallest fragment of time.
Maybe I’m thinking about time because I spend so much of it thinking I don’t have enough, when in fact what really needs to change is how I spend the in-between’s — when someone leaves the room for a second, waiting for the timer to go off, the morning’s first sleepy blinks, when my brain begs me to scratch the itch of boredom and pull out my phone.
I want to be more mindful for these moments, for the magic in the every day.