YouTube's Viral "First Kiss" Video, Imagine You're an Astronaut, and Emily's Monologue from "Our Town"
First the Astronaut
Imagine we are astronauts who have crashed on the moon. We look across the vastness of space and see the beautiful blue Earth. But we can't get back because our ship is damaged. All we can do is look at that brilliant blue beautiful orb in the black sky and dream of being home.
But suppose we managed to fix our ship, and landed back home. How would we feel when we first set foot upon the Earth? What would we observe and savor? How intensely would we experience the sights and smells, the flavors, the feeling of a gentle rain?
That's how we should walk on the Earth with each step.
From the Page-a-Day Zen Calendar
Monday, March 10, 2014
A Walking Exercise from Thich Nhat Hanh
Now Emily's Monologue from Our Town - Do You See the Connection?
And Finally, First Kiss
Here's the viral YouTube video by Tatia Pllieva, in which 20 strangers kiss for the first time.
Notice the halting, seeking tenderness as each man or woman encounters something unknown in the other.
But here's the real trick. How do you make the millionth one just as sweet?
Even after 30 or even 50 years together, the only valid question you can ask of the person you're about to kiss is, "Who are you today?" If you think you already know the answer, you may be wrong. You may know patterns, you may know the past, you may even know a resume' -- but do you ever really know the person you're about to kiss?
Emily, the astronaut, and these first kissers - they're all reminding us of the same thing.
The Precious Moment.
Ain't it grand?
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