A Stolen Moment of Presence

I sat in my chair, alongside other parents immersed in their phones, and watched as the day turned to night. The sunset, a mere sliver in the distance, of deep red and purple hues, signaled a stolen moment to come into the presence of life, in an otherwise busy week. This awareness is available to us every day. We simply have to notice a moment that reminds us that we are alive, blessed, and grateful.

I have come to treasure my autobiographical writing practice as a meditative act. Nature provides indirect access to life’s lessons and illuminates what needs to be seen. We can believe we don't have time to capture our life, but all we have to do is look up and remember.

Life writing takes many forms. The gift of documenting your life is in the deepening of your connection to self in a book only you could write.