As the days of my life become years, I am amazed at the speed with which time moves. Events and incidences, large and small, swing past and around me causing me often to blink in surprise and wonder. It is rather like watching the swirl of snow in a globe and I am that Christmas reindeer being buffeted in the scene’s center.
Time’s march will not stop, but I can slow my pace as I walk through the days. Let me really see and feel each moment, for truly they will not pass again. And, in this quiet slowing of me, my life is becoming richer. For now I truly know and understand that there are no ordinary moments. Each moment offers me a choice to live completely and fully in it.
My core has not changed and to this child-wonder I now bring a heart that has felt much, hurt much and given much. There is an aching to understand and to connect to time’s snow swirl as it moves ever faster. A yearning grips me to reach out and take hold of each moment. Let me hold each close and fast. Let me taste it and cherish it. Let me know it and bring it into my soul. It is the quiet punch of time that has aged the child and stretched her soul towards a quiet wisdom.
So, as I open my eyes to the day, let me see the light bouncing off the ceiling or the shadows of a dawn not yet quickened. Let me notice the huff of a breath moving a funny whisker on my beloved dog’s still-snoring nose. As my feet swing to the floor, allow me to smile at the hilarity that human toes present. We need them to walk, but my, my, are they odd in their configuration.
In sitting at my keyboard writing and checking in with the world, let me notice how the desk lamp’s reflection creates a whirl of light off the plastic case of my laptop. My hands typing are marvelous in their beauty and usefulness–their agility and warmth.
Let me slow the pace of my brain in conversing with my staff. With conscious thought, let me look into another’s eyes and see them glinting back to me–an individual soul connecting with mine. Let me smile and pause and ask, “How are you this morning? What’s going on with you?” Let my heart feel the delight of another’s sharing of themself with me.
This slowing of time has taken some practice. This awareness of life around me has taken discipline. The rewards are amazing to me, though. Time no longer seems to dance past me in a “There it goes!” woosh. There is now a gentle peace and a quiet reaching of my soul to the moment.
I wish you joy in the time of your life. Remember, there are no ordinary moments. Let’s notice each one fully, shall we?
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