One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure. ~ William Feather
She was dancing. Moving, swirling, twirling, hips swaying back and forth. So lost in the moment, she moves with the music like it was written for her. Her smile says it all. Pure joy. She is deep in the rhythm.
She belongs in this moment.
He stands along the edges of the small crowd, eyes eluding approval and appreciation. As her body glides gently back and forth, his face reflects adoration. He is in love. He is drinking in this moment as her movement speaks poetry directly to his heart. He simply watches, his eyes fixed upon the beauty that she is creating with each beat, with each slide of her feet and wave of her arms.
A smile spreads across his face, a reflection of love.
He is not on the dance floor, but he is completely living inside this moment with her. He patiently waits and watches for hours as she enjoys one song after another. Her giggle, her laughter.
It endlessly echoes across the walls.
This is the art of living. Their young daughter grows tired and curls up on the carpet under a dinner table close by. He crouches down and ensures her comfort. He takes a seat nearby and he simply waits by his ladies, his wife and his daughter, content to simply be near them.
This is the amalgamation of marriage.
This is the irrefutable bond that unites two former strangers into a single heartbeat. He needed nothing at the present, he ignored the hands of the clock and the demands of time. He simply existed. Simply existed in her moment.
Oh, that we could all offer this to our spouse or family or a friend without hesitation or definition.
What pleasure to simply exist in their moment with them?
To have no other purpose than a resolve within ourselves to simply be. Like a momma in the stands at a baseball game, watching with anticipation and pride. Like a daddy watching his little girl ride a bike for the first time. The art of living is not judging, wanting or needing anything…just being present, being there, being an observer in the moment with them.
Watching this particular family enjoy the wedding celebration of a mutual friend, it makes me wonder…when was the last time I felt this kind of freedom?
When was the last time I found my purpose in simply existing in the moment?
Do I let the demands that life seems to have, the sands of time in the hourglass at work, the due dates, deadlines and productivity goals define my purpose? Or could I simply just exist in moments and let joy be the only reason for living?
I intend to practice this by looking for moments where I lay everything else aside and simply drink in the experience that life is affording me.
One of these recent moments for me was riding down a narrow mountainside in the back of a dump truck, sitting on a bed of sand with a bunch of other ladies, heading to a little church down deep in the valley in Nepal to meet a group of women and share love and a message of purpose and hope.
The sun was shining bright and warming my face. We were bouncing around like crazy, laughing and having fun, and I felt nothing but joy and excitement. (You can read more about this experience here.)
It was a moment to just simply be, to experience life in unplanned and unexpected fashion, to just let my heart be full in the moment.
This is the purpose that I desire to have for my life. To purpose joy, to purpose hope, to purpose love. To be intentional about sharing kindness, goodness, mercy, compassion, a helping hand. To infuse the world with wonderful and marvelous friendships and bonds. And to wrap myself up in the unending opportunity for experience and laughter.
It is in this idea of intending purpose that I find the art of living to be so magnificently amazing.