A Moment

Life's made of moments -- the most important being the present. In my struggle to make sense of the situation, I find myself looking to the future too often, and the past more frequently than I should. I wished some things were as they were when we were back in Singapore -- the comfort and support of families and friends. Trusted people who can help us through the daily grind. People we know. If the past holds no solace, then I look beyond, to the future... of the kind of room that Benjamin would have, and the kind of things I would do back in the workplace. In short, I engage in escapism -- anything but the present.

Ruth and I like this photo I took of her standing in Crissy Fields one cold morning. The stately Golden Gate in the background, and it seemed as if she was all alone; and me, the photographer, sipping the moment with her. I could feel myself "present". It was a nice place to be, to be present.

Be present. Tomorrow, when I go to my classes, I need to be present. I have only today. Jesus tells us the same message -- who knows about tomorrow? Today, what difference can I make? What peace can I find? What friend can I make? In other words, how can I be alive in the moment of the present -- and not be spirited away into the past or the future...