A Glorious Idleness...

Yesterday my partner and I experimented with "being present." Mundane Monday turned into a festival of hanging out. We are dedicated pros when it comes to chasing a positive vibe afternoon. In some ways it was a perfect day. Cool breeze off the lake, brilliant sunshine, not too cold, not too hot, gorgeous blue sky, everything alive and blooming. We truly live in a beautiful neighborhood. It is stunning and extraordinary. The grasses, the trees, the flowers, the little critters, every being alive, and at full attention, fully-engaged with their living schtick. We downshifted into a passive, genial, moment to moment bliss. We rode our bikes and gravitated to our favorite sun-spot, a bit of a distance away from the hurly-burly, but within eye and ear shot of it too. We snacked on power-bars. We barely talked. Words kind of hung in the air around us. Time slowed to a crawl. We sat like amateur Buddhas, propped against a massive stone wall. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nothing to do, except what we were doing. Being present. Truly, madly, deeply present. It was not boring, it was a glorious idleness. There was a beautiful lightness of being. We both felt it. The afternoon was about the not doing. There was no needing, wanting, grasping. It was all moment to moment presence. There was nothing and everything enwrapped in that gesture. We didn't want to leave. We let the afternoon flow. It was...