It was a pleasant evening in the gazebo (seen in the background). There were birds of many kinds chirping, calling, chattering; kids shouting, crying, running; adults moving here and there through the courtyard, talking amongst themselves or with their children.
One small boy was riding his little bicycle with training wheels. He was having a wonderful time; he was working very hard at it. His mother walked beside him, a hand on his shoulder.
Though I took a nice picture of the boy, a bench, and the wrought iron from inside the gazebo, it failed to upload! Just a memory now. So the general picture above will have to do, along with your imagination. Where did you learn to ride a bike? a trike? a scooter?
Moments go by so quickly. Children grow in size and all of us grow in spirit, if we are so blessed. Take some time. It is your time.
The time you spend noticing a particular moment will be like adding a drop of beauty into your being. Repeat. You will become more grounded and better able to face the challenges of your day. Let love enter your heart and spill into the world. The world so needs you.
What a great thought. We should spend more time noticing moments and less energy on moving to the next one.
Yes. When I read your reply, I was “doing email.” One message after another. Answer one, go to the next. Instead, I could be reflecting on the man whose life I just memorialized. It was a beautiful service, held at a museum with cellist and pianist and the museum’s current exhibit said “Pop at the Pearl.” Perfect for the sons’ “Pop.” He would really have appreciated that sign right behind the podium.