be where your feet are – a meditation

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Be where your feet are.

 

 

 

A friend died suddenly, a few days ago. At his memorial service, his sister said these words to us. “Be where your feet are.” She asked us to put our feet on the ground, and to just breathe for a moment or two.

Her brother, my friend, was a man like few others. He touched so many lives in so many ways that over 500 people came to his memorial, to mourn, and to celebrate the wonderful person he had been. His sister told us that one of his gifts was to be present, to be where his feet were, to be focused on the time and place and people there, then. I experienced this presence many times. Among the ways I knew him, he was my doctor. He was usually early for my appointment, and he never made me feel rushed. He was there, totally there, with me and with my concerns of the moment. I don't know how he did it. But I think part of his “secret” was the gift of being where his feet were.

It is difficult for me to be where my feet are. I am often somewhere else, somewhen else. My mind is racing and jumping; chewing on events past, like an old bone; or maybe fretting fruitlessly over what might happen tomorrow or next week or next year. I spend mental energy on things I cannot change, or may never come to pass. And that energy is not available for me here and now. No wonder I'm tired.

Just for today, each day, I will spend some time being just where my feet are, and nowhere else. And maybe, tomorrow, I can do it a little longer.

Steve, I miss you. Now. Here.

A meditation for May 28, 2013.


The Killers – Be Still

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9R3PZxVs0as

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