An Ordinary Moment

Someone pointed out to me recently that life has its peaks and valleys, emotional highs and lows, but for the most part we mostly have ordinary moments.


It’s these ordinary moments where we live our lives, and in learning to love these ordinary moments where we have the experience of loving our lives.

Today I brought appreciation to one of my ordinary moments, or rather a flow of ordinary moments. I met my new very special friend and together we found a new restaurant that we both liked and we had a very special conversation. We then parted and I did one of my favorite “ordinary” things in New York city which is to wander around the city. I left Union Square and walked into the East Village and into Tompkins Square Park where there was a dance festival.

The place was buzzing with activity, and all around me were people of all shades and sizes enjoying the music and performances. Up ahead on stage there was a ballet performance, off to the left lovers were sleeping in each other’s arms cuddled up on the grass, between two trees there was strung some sort of elasticized flat rope upon which a bare backed young man was walking from one side to the other. People were hula-hooping off in the distance and I could hear the sound of a rhythm section.

People were standing around looking at the dancers on stage, or having conversations with each other. Behind me there was a dog run with the dogs running around under the amused gaze of their masters and passers by. There were people on stilts, and booths with people promoting their various businesses and organizations.

I walked about appreciating the performances, the people and the park. I had the sense of how special this was, even though it was ordinary for a warm spring day in the city.

I thought wouldn’t it be great if everyone could experience this complete freedom and self-expression. What a wonderful world it would be

After listening and dancing to the rhythm section I walked back to my apartment while listening to a book by Marianne Williamson called “The New Midlife” and was thankful that technology allowed me to do that.

Dan Millman was right, “There are no ordinary moments”.

Any thoughts? Contributions/acknowledgments welcome.