My Moment

I turned off my phone and did not turn it back on until the following evening. It was a whole day without split attention. A temporary narrowing of external influence and inundation. 

A pause. 

When I shut off my phone, I immediately feel at ease. After several hours, I feel free. 

It quiets the internal itch for distraction, the tease and tug to look beyond the reality of the moment. I want to be in my moment. To be in my home. It might be a little boring or unpleasant sometimes. Here there are children occasionally arguing, weeping, or whining. Here there may be low cold clouds and wet winter wind. There may be floors to vacuum, dishes to wet and wash, and laundry to flap, fold, pile, and put away. 

I love it - this hiding. For no one (aside from my children) can find me.

Here in my moment, I settle into silence, stillness, and presence. I attune to the energy, emotion, and play around me. I too am like a child in my simple single attention.