How to Embrace the Present Moment
After my mother died, at the age of 55, I thought a lot about what she'd said, and I came to realize she'd given me an important gift: her presence. As my father put it one night when we were talking, "Your mother just had a way of being there, and it made everything better." Listening to him, I knew I wanted more of that "way of being there" in my own life.
Losing my mother three years ago—as painful as it was—has brought with it a blessing I could not have anticipated. It has led me to realign my sense of focus, my values, my attention. "Lighten up, Meg," my mother liked to say when she saw how easily I became blindsided by anxiety. Now I try to honor her example by learning to relax into the daily chaos, by keeping in mind the majestic strangeness of the world, and the smallness of my place in it. One blustery winter day I found myself thinking, Bitterly cold? Yes—but the way the sun radiates off the new snow on the cars is an urban beauty I've become used to not noticing.
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