We all spend time in the past, reminiscing it, or in the future, trying to mold it. And perhaps we do that more than we should. Who knows?
We often hear of the importance of the NOW moment, but what does it really mean?
Recently, I was writing a note to a spiritual friend in India; that reminded me of the mind-opening trip I took to that fascinating country some 39 years ago.
How does this have anything to do with consciousness? Knowing that a part of me (an old consciousness?) knows this country, and yet India has changed so much in the past few decades.
This morning I took another walk in a forest-like park that I enjoy. Some eight days ago, I came to a bridge that was “calling me.” I stood on it, extended my arms and mystically, three birds appeared; two red cardinals and one brown. What a magnificent ballet it was!
As I approached the bridge, I rekindled that sweet memory; perhaps my intention was to honor the bridge one more time.
What felt very uncanny then is that I didn’t realize I had crossed the bridge until quite a few feet past it.
Where was my consciousness as I crossed the bridge?
Was I lost in thoughts at that very moment?
Perhaps I wasn’t meant to register this moment of crossing for the benefit of some other moment?
Did the Divine have anything to do with this?
All these questions do not seriously matter; yet consciousness and being conscious do.
Perhaps there are big moments of consciousness, when we are ‘utterly’ present, as well as smaller ones?
Or is it that consciousness is always fleeting, like a bird we can never catch yet that feels so close to us?