Photo: Baby snapping turtle, Sparkill. Every September the snapping turtle eggs laid around the pond on the Sparkill creek hatch, and the babies try to cross the street and get flattened by car tires.
The tragic crushing of these beautiful little creatures is an annual event in our neighborhood.
I’m gathering my life together in one place this morning.
Here I am.
Too often, life is scattered all over the place both inside me and outside of me. Yet if I come back to a sense of being, I discover that I’m only ever in one place — here — and that I’m only ever in one time, now.
This isn’t a theoretical proposition. It is a hard fact that is consistently and even preferentially overlooked by the intellect. Although the body can sense it, it usually isn't given much of a say in terms of conscious awareness. The intellect autocratically thinks it’s the owner of conscious awareness and dispenses it in droplets to the body and the emotions—if it feels like it.
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