The Wonder of Small Moments

Mary Oliver (poet):

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms… 
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”

Me:

Did I really just spend an hour looking at Jimmy Fallon clips on YouTube?!

 

Do you ever crave that bust-out “I am alive!!” feeling that Mary Oliver’s poem evokes? That one where all your senses are buzzing and your heart is full-to-bursting and you are just so glad to be on this planet at this moment?

But even as you long for it, you don’t know how to get it and you catch yourself whiling away time even though you know that it is finite and precious?

Me too.

But I have made a discovery that has shifted everything for me.  I’d like to share it with you, and Jimmy Fallon and Mary Oliver are going to help me do it.

I used to think that in order to qualify as Mary Oliver’s Bride or Bridegroom I needed to have “Pacific Ocean at Sunset on the Summer Solstice” kind of moments—those peak experiences that are rare and hard to come by.

Enter Jimmy Fallon. He helped me redefine the Bride/Bridegroom moment.

Here’s how:

I noticed that I can watch Jimmy Fallon in one of two ways. See if you feel the energetic difference between the two.

The first way, I am kind of bored, feeling a little dissatisfied. I get on YouTube and click around. I figure I might as well see what Jimmy’s up to. Sure, I enjoy his latest clip but I also feel a tiny bit bad, even guilty that I am wasting time online. I wonder why I am doing it, even as I continue to do it.  In this scenario, instead of feeling like the sparkling bride, I feel more like a stand-in bridesmaid awkwardly wearing an uncomfortable dress in an unfortunate color.

The second way, I deliberately go looking for Jimmy’s latest sketch because chances are, he is going to make me laugh, and I love to laugh. When I am watching, I am all in. I am heartily and heartfully enjoying it. 

Yep, Jimmy and I are having a moment.

When I realized that a Mary Oliver moment could involve a late night talk show host, my definition expanded enormously. I understood that it could be a small thing that fueled my sense of connection to Life, and much of my experience of the moment depended on how I approached it. This change in perception made me available for small things to sweep me off my feet, which, of course, they promptly did.

Now I have multiple Mary Oliver moments daily.

For example, just this week, I got that heart-full-to-bursting feeling when I noticed the beautiful faces of the women, many in their 50’s and 60’s, sitting quietly in meditation in yoga class, (yes, I peeked.)  Later, I was flooded with gratitude while talking to my best friend on the phone even when we weren’t talking about anything special. (All I could think was, “I am so happy you are in my life!) And a few minutes ago, I felt my heart open watching the breeze play in the trees outside my window.

Thank you Mary and Jimmy for helping me embrace small wonders!

Just watch! The next time you recognize a beautiful, small moment, you are going to take it in your arms like a dazzled bridegroom. You are going to love being married to Amazement!

 

 

 

Smiling in the Mirror

Here’s the thing:
I didn’t like my face anymore.
Every time I looked in the mirror I grimaced at my refection. I scrutinized the sun lines in my cheeks and the deep smile lines around my eyes. I was merciless in my assessment and disappointed with myself each and every time. Why wasn’t my younger self looking back at me? Where was she and how could I get her back? Part of me knew the impossibility of this desire. Part of me felt vain and ridiculous for wishing it. And that just made me feel worse. 
When I was younger, I never thought I would be this woman. I took my face for granted, prided myself in being casual about my looks, not spending much time readying my face for the day. And yet, here I was, standing in line for the next miracle skin cream, all in hopes of coaxing the younger me back to the the mirror. 
And then one day, out of the blue, I had a genuine “aha” moment. I looked in the mirror and decided to smile at myself. Instead of scanning for deepening wrinkles, I looked into my own eyes. And there we all were: my younger self, my current self, and my beautiful inner timeless self. You know how it feels to share a loving smile with a cherished friend? Where your eyes kind of dance with happiness? That’s what happened. And that’s just how it felt: being held in a loving exchange.Now I practice that smile-in-the-mirror exercise most days. I whole-heartedly recommend it. 
 
The How To:
Hold your own gaze in the mirror. You may be tempted to scan around your eyes, forehead, cheeks for imperfections, but gently return to capturing your own gaze.  Breathe, relax and smile. Notice the liveliness, the beauty, and the love shining in those eyes. You radiant, gorgeous, smiling-right-back-at-you you! Congratulations! You just made your own day!