In this moment.

I’m on vacation with my mom and sister. We are having a quiet morning.

We woke up and ate breakfast.

My mom began reading her book, while she drank her coffee.

My sister got ready to go for a run and left the hotel.

I had energy and was looking for something ‘to do.’ My mind threw me several suggestions but none of them landed. I ended up back in bed, reading a book about forest bathing.

When I felt done with that, again, I was thinking of things ‘to do.’ In this quiet, in this peace I was antsy ‘to do something.’

The only thing for me ‘to do’ right now, is to be.

No phone.

No reading.

No talking.

No thinking about what to do

No making plans for what to do next.

Just be in this moment, with the morning light shining in through the window and casting soft shadows on the sheets.

With the sound of a lawn mower in the distance.

With the grumble In my stomach, ready for a second breakfast.

With the lungs in my chest, expanding and contracting with each breath.

With this moment and this one and this one.