As the old year passes and the new arrives, we have the opportunity to reflect on the ebb and flow which is the passing of time. The passing of life. For some the new year brings hope and the possibility of newness and a better experience – for others it brings fear with the certainty of difficulties which are approaching. And yet in reality none of us knows whether the new year will be better or worse than that which just passed. The year will come and go, as each day comes and goes, with the rising and setting of the sun, the flowing of the rivers and the falling of the rain. The winter rhythm of caring for my horses reminds me of this, the early morning visit to turn them out from stable to field and the evening visit to bring in again, feed and water for the night. Amidst the wet, dark, cold and ice it can be a demanding routine and yet within it there is a beautiful and lilting rhythm. The warmth of their winter coats, the soft sweet humidity of their breath in the cold air and the regular cadence of their footfall as we make our short journey from stable to field lull me amidst the wintery conditions. Bring me into the moment.
And that present moment is really all we can be sure of. The next moment everything can change, bringing us either unexpected joy or pain, or both. It can be better or it can be worse. Being in the present moment – the “right now” whether that moment is filled with joy or pain – here we can rest at least in certainty and peace, being sure of the “what is”. And if, in your present moment, you feel sorrow or pain, be comforted to know that the tide of emotion passes just as the rain falls, and the rivers run, and the sun rises again.