"It's amazing what happens when we genuinely go after something." my friend said to me, sipping herbal tea I nodded vigorously. "As soon as you decide what you want, it's amazing how everything seems to fall into place", she continued. "There's something transformative that happens with our energies" we agreed, and I quoted Coelho, "The whole world conspires to help you accomplish your dreams".

We talked about the makeup of our bodies, molecules, ever moving, about vibration and connection, and how noone is really the same from one moment to the next.

Maybe that's why we're all trying to live in the moment, because really the only way to experience anything is to accept who we are right now. It's all that's real.

I was thinking about that today, looking at my hands. These hands are 25 years old, I thought, but, they're not. They only exist in this moment. And my skin is never the same.

There is something about intention. About having intention about everything we do. I tried it today. Eat a bowl of soup. Really - not with my mind a million miles away, not all curled up on a chair uncomfortably, not just eating quickly so that I could get on with my day. It makes a difference. I started to notice things. I noticed tastes and textures, but I mostly noticed my body and myself reacting to what was occuring. Like right now, I'm sitting clearly intentionally typing. And I am aware of my fingers hitting keys, intentionally making some kind of product on the screen, I'm not mindlessly searching the web (which I sometimes do...).

And I wondered about intenionality of our actions.

If we were always intentional about our actions, I think that we would do more things that we actually wanted to do, and less that we didn't. And we would realize more when things were and weren't for us.

I think being intentional and being in the moment are kind of inseperable. If we are in the moment, than we can be intentional. But being unintentional, not really realizing what we're doing with our bodies, thoughts, spirit, emotions, keep us out of the moment.

I think it's so easy to go on auto-pilot all the time... and living here, my gawd I see it... to get up, go to work, come home, kiss wife/husband/child/dog, watch television, sleep, ect. But not even that, just the act of eating the same foods, wearing the same colours, listening to the same music... just because our bodies needed/wanted those things in the past, doesn't mean that is still what we need. But it's just so easy to stay in the same patterns, and follow our history.

I read a quote somewhere about how when we travel it is like we are infants / just born because everything is new for us... and I think that we could apply that sort of philosophy to our daily lives. How can I make this day, this moment, this experience of life a vibrant vivacious instant, how can I live with my eyes wide open? How can I participate in the now, in the this community of collective unconscious, in the this physical fabric, in the most organic and complete way?

That's the end of my Saturday night ramble.

Except to say that last night I played on one of my favourite grand pianos at UofT again...and improvised with a good friend, and it was fantastic! Yay for beautiful grands and liquid joy.

Night.