My mind walks with the chimpanzee and his oranges. He never loses focus; I stumble along, grasping at one thought after another, wild mind mine.
I cannot light upon any moment but as often happens, light catches me. Sometimes, it is day’s dawning or it is the first light through tree leaves.
Of late, it is through a meditation globe, a thoughtful gift from a dear friend. This globe could capture all of my day, every day, for the longer I look, the more I see.
It pulls me into any moment.
I must “habit” myself to the “dazzle of the light” when walking with oranges (Walt Whitman).