Be.
Here.
Now.

Hysterically difficult.  The mind soars into the frantic future and stumbles in panic of the past.  Anchoring each breath in the present is a life’s work.

Speaking of work–my work is a treasure.  There are presents–ha!  PRESENCE–waiting for me there.

The Presence of the Power of the Peace of the most pure companionship of the Friend is in each of my breaths.

now.