In some Sufi traditions we are called Sons and Daughters of the Moment. I like to think that if we are truly present in the moment, our lives become momentous.
Phrases posted on Facebook, February 2026
This may seem way out, but I have found that if I can remember that I am both in this moment of tick tock time and also in eternity, there is a sweet quality of spaciousness that can be felt. To remember this duality often helps a lot. No doubt many of you have experienced this.
We’ve all had moments of arriving at a mile marker in our lives. I have arrived at one today for today is the publication date of my book Deep Friendship, A Spiritual Journey. It’s just in time for Valentine’s Day! Maybe you have a special person in your life to whom you would like to give this book. It can be ordered at your local bookstore, Amazon or the publisher. I am so glad to be sharing this.
It snowed hard in RI yesterday. All that is usual had to stop. This much snow puts us in suspension. When things are this way, our lives can be momentarily stilled and opened. We can take time to rest and simply be.
So much of our lives are lived in routine. What if we could remind ourselves that in every moment something can begin, end or be kept alive with intention? This month I want to intuit and intend what needs to come to an end. I can wonder about this whenever I take a break from my routine. It’s like early spring cleaning of the interior, and I trust it will make room for new and vital moments.
The practice of remembrance brings us back to NOW, the only place where we actually are, and in which we have a chance to flourish. Moment by moment aren’t we asked to grow and learn, to be what life means for us to become?
Starting anything new requires an internal sense of its rightness of it for us or it won’t have enough energy to be taken up and manifested. Of course, tedious aspects to manage come along when we just “don’t feel like doing whatever it is”. Those are key moments when the self-talk needs to be a combination of tough love and compassion. It’s a right combination for many things.
Isn’t knowing when to act and when to wait learned more and more as we mature? I have found that waiting often seems the hardest. But then a moment comes when action is effortless even though what we might be doing is a lot. For me waiting is a form of faithfulness, a trust in life itself, and it often feels like a long prayer.
Moment by moment life unfolds. It’s unstoppable. To quietly witness this torrent is a way of serving, that is waiting on the flow and knowing it is around us and in us expressing every second. Like the maidens in the New Testament we need oil for our lamps and that is where resilience comes in. To keep witnessing the moment, to keep the light of awareness going takes grit, resilience, humility and waiting. We heave this chance to be fully awake, why fall asleep to the wonder of it all?
There can be moments of confusion. We don’t know what is right or what to do. The best thing I know for me when that happens is to make order in a drawer, a pocketbook or some small place that can use it. There is a hidden grace in turning to a mundane task because it gives me time to find my bearings.
I think all of us must have had stellar moments that are very precious. One of mine was holding my grandson for the first time just as the sun rose moments after he was born. Those stellar moments tell us how precious life is, no matter what other things might also be present and challenging. Remembering special moments is reconnecting the past with the present in one long re-knowing that we have been graced. That very same goodness is alive right here and now.
Remember snow days . . . no school . . . a whole free day? WHEE!! Now, at a more mature age, snow days mean days of dealing with the mess. We’ll have a storm again in RI. Letting the clean-up wait, I will take these given moments to be a kid again. It’s not procrastination, but joy-participation.
Self-love and self-care are not self-indulgence. They are a necessity. At every moment when we practice self-love and self-care, we will naturally be kind to others without having to think about it. It’s an organic outcome.
Light is colored by stained glass. Could we practice a quality we would like to share
as light shines through us? We could embrace harmony or gentleness, justice, presence or some quality we hold close to our hearts. It will make our moments color-full.
It’s the last day of February. The last and the first are wedded moments. It seems we can’t have one without the other. I read of a man (and I wish I could remember where and appropriately give credit) who in the moment of dying said, “It begins.” It heartened me. We won’t ever be wrong to honor endings and salute beginnings as one NOW. Perhaps every morning of our lives we could say, “It begins.”