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A half clothed three-year old, running ahead of you on the trail, his muddy feet and bare legs kicking behind him in the characteristic gait of the very young. He is chasing, with headlong abandon, after an imaginary friend named, "Now". Yep, "Now". All the while, he is yelling after his speedy friend, saying, "Get back here Now. Hey Now, Now, Now! Mommy, Now isn't listening to me!" "NOW get back here!". As far as I could discern, 'Now' was not a friend to stroll alongside, or chat mildly with about the weather or the quickening of spring all around. Rather, to simply keep Now in sight, one needed to maintain a dead run. Sadly, Now eventually disappeared over the horizon and was forgotten.
Well, the message wasn't lost. I am forever chasing after something.  In a hurry, I race after the time-piece wielding rabbit who dives as readily into his rabbit hole, out of sight. I have been thinking a lot about busyness, what drives it and why it is so invasive. I have been proverbially and literally chasing NOW for sometime, or running away from it. It is a sad state and just as ridiculous as the afore mentioned scenario that confronted me on a recent hike in Golden. Oh children. They manage to teach us the deepest lessons in the most simple of ways.
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china cat said…
I love it! I have a similar relationship with Now - always diminishing along the horizon, and I forever in pursuit of its companionship. Unlike Bodhi's friend I am the one running through the hills and my Now has stayed right where I left it - awaiting my return.
April 13, 2010 at 10:01 AM
Wind said…
Wow Now! I have completely forgotten about my friend Now. I steadily send all my love thoughts toward "Tonight when all are asleep". Maybe this isn't the best friend to have.
April 15, 2010 at 9:29 PM
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