![]()
We do not remember days,
We remember moments
Cesare Pavese 1908 – 1950 Italian poet and novelist
photo Catherine Scott
![]()
We do not remember days,
We remember moments
Cesare Pavese 1908 – 1950 Italian poet and novelist
photo Catherine Scott

Some events, like hearing a bird singing early this morning, make it easy to be fully present. We are not remembering another bird, another moment.
I do not know which to prefer
The beauty of inflections
or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after
Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
photo m.betley
What does it mean to see each other exactly as we are? Past memories about ourselves and each other are not how we are right now. Memory is an incomplete and inaccurate recording of the past. Now is something entirely different. Quietly looking and listening now is not memory. It is an entirely different mode of being, It is a cleansing of perception.
Toni Packer, The Work of this Moment
There is no expected pace for inner learning. What we need to learn comes when we need it, no matter how old or young, no matter how many times we have to start over, no matter how many times we have to learn the same lesson. We fall down as many times as we need to , to learn how to fall and get up. We fall in love as many times as we need to , to learn how to hold and be held. We suffer pain as often as is necessary for us to learn how to break and how to heal. No one really likes this of course, but we deal with our dislike in the same way, again and again, until we learn what we need to know about the humility of acceptance.
Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening