Just that point in moving when all the comfortable surrounding icons are displaced.  Dresser gone. Clothes in bags on the floor.  Boxes lining the living room.  Walking through the apartment aimlessly wondering on the next best action.  Crying for no reason and all reasons.

Embracing the delicate now.  Cozy under my colorful afghan.  Brilliant sun on deep layers of green forest.  Birds lazy in the warm late morning.  Here and now is a gift.

Integrating the here and now with there and then, however, is a constant spiritual practice.

Still.  I am.  Here.  Now.