Today is a glorious, sunny day in Geneva. My garden has escaped its wintery bonds and is busting out with colourful life – primroses, snowdrops, purple and yellow crocuses, golden daffodils and as yet unidentified shoots. Spring is here and it is most welcome.
I am reminded about ‘being in the moment’, the philosophy that suggests that you forget the past – it’s gone: don’t worry about the future – it might never happen; and instead enjoy whatever beauty and happiness you can find right now. This is the secret of a contented life.
Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism, evidently said : “If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present.”
On a day like today it is easy to be in the present. Whatever your circumstances, why don’t you try it?
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.