Today most people amble forth in a state of perpetual slumber; a semi-conscious state of being where thoughts are occupied with tasks of the future and situations of the past. People in this state robotically carry about their day, in cyclical routine, going from home to office to home and rarely look up to notice the kaleidoscope around them, the colour of flowers, the smell of the air, the smiles on faces, the sweat on their brow, the breeze in their hair, the architecture that surrounds them, steeped in narrative history, the rhythm and music of nature, the behaviour and abandon of children, the feeling of life cascading in and out of their lungs, the stability of their heart beat or the infinite potential of the moment they are in if they would only stop and let their fragmented minds, droplets of awareness scattered in a magnificent splash of distractions, collect in the reservoir of the now and be present and hold space as one again.
