Each Day, Sui Generis

Each day, sui generis

Each drop of rain, unequalled

Each leaf, unsurpassed

Each day is sui generis .

It's own day. Its own unique, special, never-to-be-repeated day.

Too many moments, days, weeks, years, interactions, breaths, squirrel-chatter, tears, baby-smiles, little work victories, clouds on the way to/way home from work, lonely flowers, welcomed embrace-welcomed smile-welcomed help-when-needing help, and warm blankets out of the dryer are taken for granted.

Aren't they?

Are unremarked upon?

Are overlooked in their quotidian-ness?

Yet every one of our days is singular. Is iIncomparable. Each is utterly, irrationally, rationally extraordinary, even in its ordinariness.

Isn't it?

The eons before this “event” we are participating in just now began with the beginning of time, and every atom and molecule and interaction and bit of chemistry and cataclysm and, well, everything that came before led up to this unique, never-to-be-repeated moment.

-To that hand that reached out to you.

-To that pair of pants you can’t button this morning.

-To that rain beating on your roof for the last hour.

Take Note : That drop of rain will not be seen again.

That leaf will never fall in exactly that manner again. You are seeing it fall just-this-one-time-only. Just this once.

We will never have another day like today.

Ever.

The present moment is all we truly have.

Isn't it?

We shouldn't miss it, should we?

Waking up this morning, I smile.

Twenty-four brand new hours are before me.

I vow to live fully in each moment

And to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.

~Thich Nhat Hanh, Present Moment, Wonderful Moment , p. 3