“How much I missed, simply because I was afraid I was missing it.” Paulo Coelha
There’s a scene in Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Eat, Pray, Love where Gilbert and a friend arrive together at a particularly beautiful place. The friend’s immediate reaction is a fretful “This is so beautiful…I want to come back here someday!” Not exactly living in the moment.
But I understand the friend’s reaction. There is something about wonderful places and times that puts me in a panic. I want so much to hold on to the beauty that I am in danger of losing the wonder of the moment…or the place. Of course, I know I’m not alone in this – not when googling “be here now” comes up with 825 million hits. Over the years I’ve learned to focus more, and practicing to “be here now” has certainly helped. But it’s still a struggle.
Bowman Lake, on the west side of Glacier, is one of those exquisite places that I just want to package up and carry with me always. Photographs sometimes help with this process, and sometimes they get in the way. But I think the pictures I took at Bowman Lake are actually helping. I included one in my previous post, but here are the rest: