I feel untethered from time and place, and it’s an unsettling experience. My goal is to be grounded and present in each moment. But that’s not what’s happening. This morning was a perfect example. I took a walk at sunrise along the shore of a local reservoir. The water was frozen, remnants of snow remained from a recent storm, and dramatic colors painted the sky. With camera in hand I strolled along the water’s edge, framing images in my mind and with the camera. If ever there was a moment that could keep me grounded this seemed to be it. Instead what I began to notice was a sense of being pulled out of the moment, over and over again. I was in the middle of yesterday’s argument, and then in the anxiety of next week’s uncertain future. And with each experience of displacement came one common truth – I cannot be here if I am somewhere else. And since here and now is the only true reality, to the extent that I am neither here or now then I am not living in reality. This morning there was an awe-inspiring sunrise going on all around me, and I missed a great many moments of it. How much of my life am I missing because I am untethered from time and place? I am blessed beyond measure, but I need to show up to claim the gift – not just once but in each new moment. And so I choose to begin now.