I have been thinking so much about the here and now. These days, we are reminded so often to be present, mindful, in the now.
I meditate, not as often as I should, but I do. And the method I learned is a mindfulness one, a Buddhist meditation, so it is very much about the now.
Often, though, in my daily life, I find myself wishing I lived somewhere else than in this city of mine, or any city. I know I am most at home where the land and sky meet at the horizon, uninterrupted by strip malls and skyscrapers.
Then this happens.
Poetry, here and now. The mundane and majestic side-by-side.
And isn't this just like life on this planet? Oh yes, we compromise. This parking lot is my compromise, I can tell you. But here, in this moment, the neon signs are eclipsed by far brighter light, one that shows me the way, time and again, calling me with such patience and persistence to that which is beyond the endless asphalt.
I see now my pursuit of this deep love is my ultimate quest, and I need to be more fearless in the chase.
But for right now, until I find the road I'm looking for, I've got a great parking spot.