The best way to capture moments is to pay attention.
This is how we cultivate mindfulness.
Mindfulness means being awake.
It means knowing what you are doing.
In my Zen life–so far–being in the moment usually means returning from some past or future scenario I am spinning. Focus is on-again, off-again but to awaken into a moment is to know it is enough.
I know what I am doing. It’s difficult not to cling to the clarity. But I remind myself that life is a practice and each moment an exercise in experience.
Facing a moment mindfully confines me to its experience. In focus, I find freedom not fear. Equanimity opens all doors.
Again and again, I learn the value of silence as a response. No one moment lasts forever—no matter its immense presence–silence will steer me to action. Always, it is compassionate.
Maybe I will discover words or maybe silence will stay the response. Regardless, I will have to deal with my ego.
It feeds me one scenario after another. It’s like a movie—it chatters, judges, interprets—tempts me with snark, ever the boomerang response. It believes it knows the future.
Yet, watching my ego’s movie is not without its worth. It softens me toward other egos, the ones that tempt me. They, too, are their own movies.
It makes the compassionate response the obvious one, staying silent until there is something of worth to say.
In paying attention, I learn a lot I’d rather not know but mindfulness gives me something else, too, a reverence for life. Kindness is down to each and every one of us. It is what is bigger in us. Sometimes, it is even silent.