Like a lot of people, as I get older I find it more and more difficult to simply be present to life. My mind is always elsewhere — making plans, obsessing over mistakes, longing for something different or better, thinking about tomorrow or remembering yesterday. And while my meditation practice is sketchy at best, it’s still a helpful remedy for ever-errant thoughts.
When I was actively engaged in the public ministry of Christian priest, I was never more present to life than when I stood before the altar or sat in the confessional box. In moments like those, there was nothing else in the universe other than the present. These days I sometimes have a similar experience when I sing the puja chants with my Buddhist friends gathered around a simple shrine.
I’ll bet all of us experience something approximating true presence when we see a stage play, cheer at a baseball game, or hear a live concert. Hopefully we can find ways to become more present every day to whatever life brings us. And perhaps once we’re really present to life — with its joys and sorrows, pleasures and pains, successes and failures — we’ll be happier and more authentically human.
March 5, 2017