>A Moment


I watched a boy washing his hands today. His palms full of whitish, blue foam. Scrubbing his hands the soap began to lather. He put his hands toward the streaming water and the soap was washed away. While I watched him, he watched his hands, as if it were the only thing he knew at that moment- and in that moment it was.
I used to resist, and pooh-pooh the power of the present moment, but now I find it the only way I want to live. Reminding myself to slow down and pay attention, even if it is watching a boy wash his hands.
There is such delight in this world- even in the pain we can delight in the NOW.
Pooh-pooh that, resistance.
The Soul Reporter

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