welcome to the month of October 2012! I’m so glad that the summer it’s finishing. Today was raining a lot and I enjoyed a lot of cup of tea with different spices and toasted bread with applesauce!
I spent my time thinking a lot about future but in particular about the present, the right moment also inspired from today post’s by Leo Babauta How to Wait Less. He talked about the attitude of human being to wait: wait for the right moment, wait for the right love, wait in line, waiting the dreamy job…and he invited you to stop to wait and to be present in the moment.
Especially the part about the attitude to set goal and running and finally when the next goal it’s set: now what? it’s time to set another goal and another and another like a travel without end: This kind of forward-looking thinking doesn’t end when you get to the goal, and never ends until you no longer have any life left, no future to look to. But actually, it can end — right now.
Stop looking to that goal, and look at where you are.
Now I’m sitting on my chair, in front of my desk, dreaming a writer’s life…but I’m writing, technically I’m a writer right now…wow…I realized my dream! it’s easy eh?!
Unfortunately not everything going well like so fast..but you need to try and try again. Concentrate you thoughts in this moment, look at you for what you’re and for the miracle of life. You’re the witness of the best magic experiment of Mother’s Nature! You’re the part of this world than enjoy that!
Leo suggest three thing to do, right now to stopped you waiting for;
1 Slow down. Rushing means you miss what’s right here.
2 Pay attention. Look at what’s around you right now. Look at yourself, and how great you are. If it doesn’t seem great, look closer.
I would like to add another simple tip: look at the world like a child! Be open and grateful everyday for everything you have and for everything you are!
-To autumn –
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Good Night my friends!