Just for a moment, I close my eyes and let myself feel how tired I really am. The Dalai Lama is chanting what now sounds like a lullaby, the heater is humming, the clock ticks, and I feel at first like I am floating, then sinking, and then, finally, falling.
Every sunrise is its own, unique moment. No two have ever been the same. This sky, the one from this morning’s walk, has never happened before and will never be seen again. This particular combination of cloud and color is only now. In the very next minute, it will shift and change, become another sky, a different view. I stop, ask the boys to wait, and look up in amazement, filled with gratitude that this could happen, that I am here to see it.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 