I want to thank you, Lord, for life and all that’s in it.
Thank you for the day and for the hour, and the minute. –Maya Angelou
In the span of two simple lines of poetry I am reminded to stop, pause, and enjoy exactly where I am.
I rush a lot. And I’m always looking forward, thinking forward, and worrying about what’s next? Where will I go? What should I see? I have an eye on the horizon even if my hands are here. And that’s a problem because it means I forget to enjoy this moment. Right here and right now.
I see me eyeing the goal and forgetting the journey. Even in this quest for inspiration, for that feeling that makes my heart race and the creativity flow, I only feel anxious because I’m already a couple steps ahead of myself and racing on to the next thing. Why can’t I stop, and find the beauty in this second?
I’m trying. I swear it.
Yesterday, my family went to the pool. It had rained lightly before we even left the house, but by the time we walked through the gates and slipped off our flip flops, the big drops started dropping. We were already suited up, and really we were there to get wet. So we stayed. And I cheered for Julia when she jumped in and swam to me. And Max and I did the kiddie slides over and over again, giggling when we met at the bottom.
The rain drops kept falling, but we kept swimming.
In the day and the hour and the minute, I was right there. And I was happy and pulling my own joy from the joy of my children. It was an amazing reminder to do exactly what Maya Angelou suggests.
It was a reminder of how beautiful and inspiring each moment can be, no matter how small. I needed that.