Things were a little untidy, but what did that matter? It was possible to become the slave of things; possible to miss life in preparation for living.

The Buddha told him, "When we sit, we know we are sitting. When we walk, we know we are walking. When we eat, we know we are eating,

She plucked the blossoms from the bag and arranged them, one by one, in the water glass on her dressing table.
"They'll never keep," I said. "They're [hibiscus] a terrible cutting flower. They'll wilt by morning."
"I know," she said." But don't they look so pretty right now, just as they are?"
I nodded. I wished I could see the beauty in the moment the way Kitty did. It was a gift.

We fall back into the past, we jump ahead into the future, and in this we lose our entire lives.

Let go and live in the moment! The struggle comes from clutching. When I let go of the burden of my expectations, the illusion of control and look beyond the limited horizons of how I want the world to be, I open myself to possibilities too big to fit into my head.

The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.