What would it feel like, if, instead of trying to hoard time with my daughter before she leaves for camp and then college, I instead did the opposite, opening my arms and blowing her a kiss when she wants to do the most natural thing in the world: spend time with her boyfriend or girlfriends instead of with me?
What would it feel like if, rather than obsessing over how physically frail my mother has become and the fact that I cannot be there with her, I instead let myself feel gratitude that her mental faculties are wonderfully intact at age 90, her lioness heart still beats as strong as it ever did, and she is surrounded by people who adore her, who put their love into action, taking her to doctor's appointments or just sipping tea with her on her front porch at twilight, watching the St. Lucia night tiptoe in?
What would it feel like to let go of the notion that beyond my vote I have any control at all over who gets elected as the next president, knowing that when I get too worked up about agendas I disagree with, I'm just roiling my peace for no reason? I live in New York after all. The state is going to go for Obama.
What would it feel like to live in the flow, not trying to guide or control it, just letting it carry me like a lazy river, even for a little while?
This is what I'm thinking today.