This little duck (in the photo, above) was swimming in the clouds in my local park this morning, rippling the upside-down sky in the pond.
It’s moments like these I want to remember to see. To live. To pause and breathe into in the midst of the day.
That’s about as close to a New Year’s Resolution as I got this year. Just to stop. To look. And to remember to see the small stuff.
And this morning there seemed plenty around to see: little crystalline moments of inexplicability that you can climb into and rest in if you just get down to their level.
Do you want that sometimes?
Just to see the sky-soaked ducks…?
To catch the everlasting daisies while they still last…?
To pause from flying through the day and just land somewhere and let your wings dry out for a moment…?
What’s around you right now that you might just notice?
What small things are there – here – to sustain you, if you’ll take the time just to see them?
Even in times of sorrow.
Even in pain.
(Just now, while scribbling this in my notebook, a miniscule bug landed on the page and wandered across it in zig-zags).
Miniature moments of zen and replenishment unfolding all around us… Sometimes, perhaps, they’re the best kind of therapy.