Welcome to Distilled Moment

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I  have been sick for a long time and I have been seeking healing for a long time too.  


In the explorations and experimentations that I have made, I am quite convinced that my life is richer and fuller if I can experience each moment as it is, here and now.


Unfortunately, believing is one thing, being is another.  Occasionally I do manage to pay attention to the present moment; without judgement and attachment.  My goals are to be able to stand as I am: savouring the moment,  not shrinking, nor puffed up.  Solidly in the now, peaceful with the past, redha with the future.


That will be the focus of my writing, making the moments of my life distilled: rich and clear






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