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Between January and late August of 2007, I made weekly trips from the Baltimore area to Newtown, Pennsylvania (located between Philadelphia and New York City) to spend time with my mother who had been placed in a hospice. To cope with the long drive, I loaded up on audio books from the library. In mid-March, I found myself listening to Eckhart Tolle, only because I had exhausted the supply of Alan Watts and Wayne Dyer books available from the Catonsville library.

On March 16, 2007 a mixture of snow, sleet, and freezing rain turned what was normally a three hour trip into a seven-hour ordeal. Somewhere between Wilmington Delaware and the southern tip of Philadlephia, the words of Eckhart Tolle penetrated to the deepest level of my consciousness. Although the traffic had been slowed to a rate of four miles per hour, my concern about time completely slipped away. Everything I could see, every sound entering my ears, and every breath I took suddely acquired a depth that was almost miraculous. My being alive in the here and the now took on an importance that it never had before. Everything changed for me that day; the past lost its hold on me and the future lost its importance.

Accepting each moment as it comes has become the central point of my existence. With this acceptance has come a deep sense of peace and a calmness that penetrates every aspect of my being. Living in the here and now, making the best use of whatever comes my way, has given my life a renewed energy and a depth of purpose that keeps me grounded in the present moment.

I frequently revisit the teachings of Eckhart Tolle, always with a sense of deep gratitude for the gift he has given me.