Our lives are made up of moments...most of them quite mundane. We shower, prepare meals, eat meals, brush our teeth, sleep...over + over again. When we are raising children, we wash hands, change diapers, feed them, read to them...over + over again. Children, however, also have a way of pointing out things they have never seen before. We stop to watch a ladybug meander across a leaf. We admire a unique stick or stone. It's the noticing that makes all the difference.
We set out this morning to stretch our legs + to enjoy the sun + breeze on our regular walk route. Every bit of the way is familiar + yet...there is something to notice every time. A new sort of mushroom to stop + admire, a woodpecker to match with its drilling sound, the way the shadows play in the leaves overhead + this magical spot. Right here between the school + the houses. Just in this spot the grasses have grown long + wild with all the rain...the trees cast dense shadows...and the sun dances with the breeze blowing blades. Cottonwood fluff floats in the air. Birds sing their morning conversations. We stop + take it in.
Our lives are made up of moments...most of them quite mundane...and yet...there is magic just waiting to be found...and noticed.
Love,
Jane
We set out this morning to stretch our legs + to enjoy the sun + breeze on our regular walk route. Every bit of the way is familiar + yet...there is something to notice every time. A new sort of mushroom to stop + admire, a woodpecker to match with its drilling sound, the way the shadows play in the leaves overhead + this magical spot. Right here between the school + the houses. Just in this spot the grasses have grown long + wild with all the rain...the trees cast dense shadows...and the sun dances with the breeze blowing blades. Cottonwood fluff floats in the air. Birds sing their morning conversations. We stop + take it in.
Our lives are made up of moments...most of them quite mundane...and yet...there is magic just waiting to be found...and noticed.
Love,
Jane
