Jon and I met as usual, this Monday morning, to check in, brainstorm, and co-create this blog. I kicked us off the way I often do, presenting a vast concept deeply in need of sculpting into a 3-minute package. And that’s how Jon and I got into an energetic debate about a sip of coffee. Seriously, you need to hang out with us, our conversations are just sizzling.
What was with this sip? Picture this: I’m at my laptop, alternately entertaining thoughts about my impending meeting, scanning emails, shuffling written detritus and pondering my assignments for the day. As I’m mentally flitting around in this way, I notice my hand. It’s reaching to replace my half-filled coffee mug onto my desk. I just catch onto the fact that I’m swallowing something. In that late instance, there was a feeling, a recognition of “auto-pilot”-type moment. No sense of thirst, no conscious decision to take a little pause and refreshment, just boom! before I knew what was happening, the sip was done and swallowed. I missed it!
There’s no need to make too big a deal out of missing this particular pleasure. There are plenty more sips where that came from. Still, there’s an insidious something here with vast implications. I have seen what it’s like when I “dial out” of the coffee moment. There’s a clear sense of loss, and a sobering question follows. How many of my life experiences am I actually “here” for, meaning awake to, clearly present for? And when is it otherwise, drifting or skittering around, directionless, in that virtual realm I call my mind? Quality-wise, it’s like the difference, if you’re thirsty, between looking at a photocopy of a glass of water versus actually taking a drink.
Find your coffee sip-style moment today, and discover for yourself when you’re actually here and whether you’re missing out. ~ Margaret