"Does smoking make you feel better?" an honest friend inquires, tone half scorn, half hunger. I answer, matching my friend’s honesty; "It depends, like all experiences, on whether I do it mindfully or not." I can’t resist the urge to draw another picture. "For example, what did you have to eat yesterday?" My friend’s face draws a blank. "Try remembering" I prompt, quietly, "just … the flavor."
After a moment of reflection, inward and private, my friend’s eyes light up, delighted with the victory of recollection "I had a hot dog!"
I smile. "The part of you that remembered before your brain did, is your awake self."
To live from there is bliss; in any moment.