{"id":304,"date":"2021-05-06T15:20:43","date_gmt":"2021-05-06T23:20:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/?p=304"},"modified":"2021-07-04T17:51:43","modified_gmt":"2021-07-05T01:51:43","slug":"pay-attention-on-purpose-to-this-moment-right-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/?p=304","title":{"rendered":"Pay attention. . .on purpose. . .to this moment. . .right now"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I brought this phrase home with me today from a presentation on mindfulness that I otherwise half-listened to. It reminded me of a moment when I was about fourteen. I was walking up that part of the driveway that we called the Gray Hill (couldn\u2019t tell you why, as it was all red clay). It was summer, and I was barefooted. I don\u2019t remember where I was going, maybe just to check the mail. At the time I had this minor ritual whereby if I stepped on a clump of grass with one foot, I would look for a similar clump so I could step on it with the other foot. I was looking for such a clump of grass when I suddenly thought, \u201cThis moment will not come again. I should remember it.\u201d I\u2019m sure I have said that to myself many times over the years, but for some reason, that one took. Everything about it is still on file, somewhere near the front: the grass, the heat, the red clay, the loblolly pines on either side of the road, the sounds of all the weird summer insects. There were no doubt a thousand such moments as I was growing up, so why did I keep that one? And how did I save it in such detail, with no recording device other than the one I was born with?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today, right now, in this moment, (metaphorically at least) I am zipping around the banks of the Kuskokwim River on a four-wheeler, watching the river ice breaking, rushing downstream, jamming up, rising closer and closer to the top of the dike. . .and I wonder. How does standing on a riverbank bank watching car-sized chunks of ice go by compare to walking to the mailbox? They are both moments in my life, and neither will come again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"614\" src=\"https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-1024x614.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-305\" srcset=\"https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-1024x614.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-300x180.jpg 300w, https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-768x461.jpg 768w, https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-1536x922.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/rightasrainonline.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/River-ice-2048x1229.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I brought this phrase home with me today from a presentation on mindfulness that I otherwise half-listened to. It reminded me of a moment when I was about fourteen. I was walking up that part of the driveway that we called the Gray Hill (couldn\u2019t tell you why, as it was all red clay). 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