There are so many opportunities each day to just…stop…and take notice. Last evening when the soup was on the stove and the table was set, I was home alone. I thought of all the little tasks and projects still undone but I decided at last to go sit on the patio and watch the hummingbirds. Mia, the Siamese cat, affirmed that choice by coming to sprawl out on my lap.
Sitting there I remembered many such evenings during chemo when I just watched and waited. And then I remembered other times on retreat, when I have had the luxury of time to observe in quiet, to “take it all in”, to notice what usually passes me by. When life gets back to normal, whatever that is, the pace picks up and it’s not so easy to notice, to wonder, to listen to the birdsongs, to feel one’s own heartbeat and breath.
What choices can I make each day that will be like Love’s firm but gentle hand grasping my shoulder and whispering in my ear: Wait! I want to show you something wonderful!