Days that feel like a hundred things all grabbed together; a cup of coffee, my bag and theirs, keys, notes, last minute-thinking, a mind of scattered thoughts, the day's intentions. Days of rushing, hands full, always heavy. Always on the way to somewhere else; another task, another goal, another item on a list. From a Monday to a Friday, a morning to an evening. I have to remind myself to not be impatient with every moment, to not hasten all of them along. Not to think 'enough of this, now on to that'. So when a pause comes, glittering, shimmering in the quiet afternoon light, I force myself to appreciate how time hangs suspended in its brilliance.
These words...different activities but the same rush in my world. Today I was able to pause, albeit briefly. I found myself lying on the grass, looking at the sky and clouds and just breathing. It was too short, but I savored what I had. Here's hoping you find those moments here and there as well.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Lying on the grass just looking at the sky is definitely something that should be done more often =)
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