Reality of the moment:

there's no pretend life, I'm not spirit cloaked as form, nor an illusion playing out a given role. This is it, the reality of the moment and nothing more. 

life. 

of course I make no call on mystery, I'm not assuming any knowledge of what may happen when my time is gone. It would only be speculation and bring nothing to this one life I now have. This moment is enough and truthfully it has to be - nothing further is promised, no other moment is guaranteed. Mystery has me here, right now, life in just this instant. There's no role to play -it's enough to simply be.

accepting that only now is promised brings me immense gratitude to simply be alive. There's no reason nor time to pretend to be something other, to add a spiritual dimension to an already spirit filled world. I am alive, with no idea of what's truly possible, and this gives me the joy of cherishing all that happens now, each breath being a one on deal and the next one drawn is such a gift. To attempt to be other than this, to seek a version of myself that somehow knows more than the simplicity of being alive - seems to be a wasted moment. This breath holds every secret I wish to know. 

the reality of the moment is mystery, one too deep to be revealed. But life gives hints, the experience of unexplained and unasked for grace being one. Life sometimes happens in a way that I am gifted to receive this, we all are. But my own sense too is that grace is every moment, more subtle in the everyday, yet just as present. I see no reason to try and transcend this. I would miss the everyday grace that's found right now. And that would surely be a shame. 

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Peace, Eric