Lessons from a dry field

I watched a deer startle at the discovery of my presence; I held still and it slowly resumed grazing—this, without fear. Here is the essence of life in the moment; and I need to see this for I sometimes forget to set aside the past and instead dwell in some moment where I am no longer living—this I let frame my moment and occasionally even my happiness.

The frame of tomorrow and this moment must be laid in tomorrow and this moment. I respect the past and remember for yesterday is the foundation on which I build today, but I do not belong to it and the startling events of yesterday cannot own me unless I lie beaten, a faded shadow of humanity, and do not live today. Here today I stand on top of a mountain of yesterdays and from this height I can see plainly that it is a good day to graze on the beauty of life.