When we are ‘in the moment’, we do not worry about what happened in the past, nor dream about what we would like to happen in the future. Instead, we allow ourselves to cherish the experience as it happens. Being in the open air in a beautiful place can help. This poem describes sitting on Dartmoor in summer. Do you have a favourite place?
The sun is hot on my hair and bare arms.
The granite on which I sit is cool,
Hard, rough and smooth, round and edged.
The turf smells of tea, stewed in the pot.
The sheep smell sharp.
They tear noisily at the grass,
While the song of the skylark is ever fainter and sweeter
As it climbs beyond hearing.