Sunday Night - A Perfect Moment
There is something profound about a moment when all things are in their "right" place.
It's the Sunday before school begins again. It has been spring break here in Florida—one of the first spring breaks where we've stayed put. Oddly enough, staying home has been busier than our usual traveling due to orthodontist appointments, personal appointments, work meetings, social plans, half-day camps, driver's license appointments, and all the rest.
Needless to say, I am very tired. I sit in bed in the dimly lit room, and yet somehow I recognize this as one of those perfect moments.
It is 10:15pm and everything is in its place. All three children are asleep, the house is in reasonably decent shape to face yet another busy week, lunches are made, and remarkably, even the cats are curled up on my bed, cooperating with our sleep schedule. There is just the quiet hum of the dishwasher ready to offer up clean dishes to us in the morning and the soothing, familiar whirring of the ceiling fan. David drank his Nighty Night tea and predictably conked out seven minutes later. I feel myself drop into deep relaxation as everyone and everything that needs my attention is tucked away.
My wisdom has taught me to have no attachment or expectation of recreating this moment in the future. I have tried to force replicas of these kinds of moments, over and over again, only to leave me living in memories of the past rather than the moments of the present.
I know now that there is and will be no other moment like this one, so I cherish this moment, this perfection of now, and feel the deep satisfaction and appreciation of everything in its place. I preserve and protect it, refusing to let my thoughts rob me by looking towards the future.
So, I lie in bed, in what now feels like a sanctuary of rest, writing, breathing, and soaking up to the fullest expression of now.
Hi, I’m Sara Rose.
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