Relating this to my post of yesterday on the topic of play, I would often spend the entire day outside playing. Yes, this was long before video games and when my family finally got a television watching it was a family activity of perhaps an hour or so in the evenings.
I can remember these long days outside going by extremely fast. Perhaps time passed so quickly because I was having fun but I believe I was having fun because I was so “in-the-moment.” Often fun begins when you totally loose yourself in something–now sometimes this fun may be called exhilaration or even a type of smug satisfaction.
There’s also been times when I was in-the-moment that were anything but fun. I was certainly in-the-moment sitting beside my mother’s hospice bed, holding her hand, waiting for her to draw her last raspy breath–certainly not fun, but very worthwhile in the sense of realness and connection it provided me.
Perhaps that’s the greatest gift of being in-the-moment is that sense of connection to ourselves, our surroundings and what we’re doing. There’s something very true about being in-the-moment.
I fairly often achieve this state of mind with photography. If I wasn’t able to do so, I don’t believe I’d continue pursuing making photos. How about you?
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