Another week has gone by.
Just.
Like.
That.
I’m writing this as Kevin drives us up the Sea to Sky Highway enroute to Whistler. It’s raining and mild. This does not concern me in the least as I have no particular desire to ski.
I’m much more interested in where we’ll eat lunch and what we’ll do for dinner tonight with our friends. Perhaps tomorrow, she and I will cross-country ski while the boys do the downhill thing.
But if none of it happens, I’m perfectly happy to just be somewhere new. Sometimes I wonder if my quest for somewhere new will eventually get old. I’m happy to report that, so far, this is not the case. In fact, every time I look at a map I can see everywhere that I haven’t yet been and the longing is rather intense.
I guess I just like the process of shifting my point of view from here to there, or I guess since we’re almost in Squamish, from there to almost-there (though by the time I post this, I will be in Whistler and calling that ‘here’).
This is all starting to sound like the Power of Now with his message that each moment is now and truly all that we have.
I suppose each moment is also here and here and here…oh dear.
This could get rather mind-boggling if one really truly became present and accounted for. Besides, I think that goal of being completely only what you are right this second, is a bit circumspect at best. Do we really want to totally let go of our past and all that it informs in our present? And then there’s all the hope that tomorrow represents. I love goals and things to look forward to.
I understand I need to pay attention to this present perfect moment, but I kind of like sneaking a peek at what’s coming next…like Mexico on Tuesday.
But for now? I promise. I’m right here.
Enjoy the now and see you on Tuesday! Buen viaje!
Hey Michele,
I’ll see you in Mexico City on Valentine’s Day 🙂