Because when we celebrate the “Now”, it is then that “Now” becomes present; a gift.
The air was heavy blue with mist when I heard him singing. Was that my husband in the shower? It was not. Did my son wake up early to worship the Lord? He did not. “Who is that singing?” , I thought. I opened my front door, and there he was. A young man, singing his heart vulnerable at the top of his lungs. The birds were his choir, and the distant train whistle his constant baseline. Together, they were performing a simple symphony, one in which this meander-er both directed and participated. I looked at the clock, it was 5 a.m.
I am half certain that he was drunk, for what other reason would someone be so uninhibited and oblivious to what others would think? But then I wondered, what if I was that full of joy and intoxicated with the beauty that is present in the moment called…
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