The other day as I was driving home from work, my eyes were startled by a brilliant pink slashing across the robin’s egg blue of the sky. The sun was setting! And setting with quite some pomp, by the looks of it. It had been a long day, and I was tired, but on the spur of the moment I zipped around the corner to find a good spot where I could pull over and just stare at the sunset.
And that’s exactly what I did - I just sat there and took it all in, doing nothing, thinking nothing. I just absorbed, my mind attuned to the world around me.
The steely blue waves surged against the rocky cliffs. The bright blues and pinks of the sky above faded together into purple indigo. The shadowy forest of cumulonimbus rose from the far-off horizon. The shudders of coastal wind rocked my car from side to side.
I sat there and felt. My eyes soaked up shades, shapes, shadows, and outlines. My mind wandered about among the swells of water and cloud. I drifted. I felt something inside me bubbling up, like a hollow vessel being filled by a quiet spring.
It was one of those moments that fills me with joy, that makes me want to write epic poetry and sing opera at the top of my lungs and dance like no one is watching, all at the same time. It made me realize how few such moments I’ve had in my life lately, how seldom I’ve allowed myself to simply stop, stare, absorb, ponder, dream.
And I miss that. I miss those moments of mindful nothing, full of the everything of life.