So, I had left the Jarvis Hall Fine Art Gallery and was walking back to my van parked some distance away. The walk took me along some side streets. That’s when I landed myself into the middle of one of those amazing moments…the kind when you say to yourself…”Wow…am I ever blessed!” Autumn leaves were crunching under my feet. Arms of giant trees reached up to a blue sky. The air was filled up with the season. I paused and took this picture.
I hope that when I look at this photograph, I will remember the magic of that moment of realization.
This morning, still dressed in my flannel nightgown, I looked out the windows and had the same experience, but over entirely different weather and situation. I had slept in. My head was filled with thoughts of what I ‘should’ be doing. Everything seemed to have been transformed over night.
I was profoundly touched, remembering the hours of pleasure I’ve enjoyed, watching the birds filling up ravenously at the feeder these past weeks. Now, to see my little friends out in the snow, I wondered just how they manage to get through the winters. I saw their beauty, as though for the first time.
Some time later, Max and I headed out into the weather. Remembering that I am living with a herding dog, I got him over to the pond for a good bit of exercise. We were all alone. Everything was beautiful. The ducks, dark boats on dark water…the sky white…the vegetation white…the wind, biting…the only sound, crunch of my feet on the stones and snow. Max ran hard, playing and eating snow as we went. I caught myself laughing out loud.
After circling the pond and heading back, I gave one big throw of his Frisbee and watched as the wind carried the thing up high, down past the tall ant hills and into the cat tails by the pond’s edge. “Max! Max! No, boy…LEAVE IT!” I saw the bull rushes moving and knew that my determined pooch was going to go into the pond, come hell or high water! Sure enough, a very wet border collie came bounding toward me, proud as punch that he had retrieved the old and mucky toy.
We headed back to the van at lightening speed, Max carrying the muddied toy; both were icicles upon our arrival to the parking lot. Into the kennel he flew, whining and whimpering. I thought to myself…these are the daily occurrences that my readers rarely encounter on my blog…
I take pause and make note of that particular moment of realization. Recently, what I’ve discovered, more than anything, is the blessing in the ordinary experiences of my days. I am a blessed lady.
Beef Barley Soup…Always good for a wintry day.
