I started off today moaning. Moaning at what already was. I was in a mode of complete resistance. And what was I resisting? The fact that I had to work in the snow! I really didn't want to do it. Why? Because I thought that I shouldn't have to work in the snow.
It was only until I started my walk - which, by the way, weighed a tonne - that it occurred to me how perfect everything was.
I started to be aware of the present moment.
Everything just was as it was.
Resistance would only cause suffering - as it always does.
I started to notice individual snowflakes, watching them fall at their own pace and land in their perfect spot.
I noticed and felt the icy wind against my face and the numbness of my fingers.
I listened to the birds and they never gave up their song.
I looked up at one point and noticed a V of geese flying overhead. I could hear them; they all seemed to be celebrating.
Everything was as it was - everything is as it is.
Everyday I try remind myself of this.