Some moments, minutes, hours, maybe even a day or more of any units of our agreed pattern of time measurement, can feel like an extraordinary present. I feel like saying – those are times for celebration, those are the birthdays… Maybe they happen when that extra mile is walked without really thinking of doing it – someone up there must be doing the math, not me, not us. Maybe those moments, those birthdays mark our growth line; expansion of our hearts, the number of laughs with members of our soul family, the length and width of our walks and talks… Or maybe none of those, just pure awareness of deeply and highly living in the moment, being present. Being. Present.

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