Yesterday's memorable moment occurred as I sat on the deck. The day was my kind of perfect - 80 degrees with a gentle breeze and iced tea. Somewhere behind me children played ball, their cheers and laughter filling the local quota of joy. Before me were a dozen travel brochures for river cruises, train trips, and other tours Michael and I long to take.
My delight in the present moment wasn't diminished by looking forward to a future trip. My enjoyment of planning the future trip wasn't diminished by my pleasure of my present setting. Present and future were equal. What a joy.
And yes, Matthew Dicks, I wrote that one down.