This moment is the only moment.
When I was still in my day job, I had this picture tacked up on my cubicle wall.
It’s a photo of a mandala-like zinnia I painted after my friend, Lora Krogman, died suddenly in a car crash (it was more like the universe painted that zinnia, it flowed right out of me and onto the canvas.)
I often glanced at the zinnia painting during my work day and then: THUNDERING SILENCE. I would be brought back to myself and to the conviction that all that ever exists is this moment and that our moments are numbered so I’d better pay attention. *Breathing in, breathing out.* Do you need help feeling like your true, grounded self even when you’re at work?