Blessed moments

The evening sky shimmers, back lit by the last rays of sun light, coloring it a soft iridescent rose.

It spreads above like an ancient tapestry, its color gradually fading into the deep dark as night falls.

And so it goes.

Time’s steady pace

From day to day.

Ephemeral, yet with a beauty that surprises yet promises to return.

And so it goes, evening falls, morning comes.

And I am up early, my mind a running to do list, the phone call to return, the overdue thank you to send, the gift to buy, the class so soon to begin.

And my eye on the clock.

I am late.
Yet again.

A husband searching desperately for a lost iphone, a repair person in need of direction, a housekeeper with pleasantries to share, one of our children calling to check in.

And so I tarry, and the minutes pass, and my exasperation grows, and yet, and yet, I pause for a moment as the spouse of the errant phone leans in for a quick brush of the lips as he heads out the door, screen in hand.

And the impatience, the annoyance, evaporates like the steam in the shower, like the soft touch of that kiss.

And I think.

How lucky am I?

And I slow my pace.

And breathe.

And chat with my far away daughter for a quick update as she walks the dogs, then towel off.

The things on my list may not get done until tomorrow,
I’ll write the note another day late, and I can shop on line anytime.

I’ll slip in after the start of class, mumbling apologies, again.

But I’ve savored a moment, or two, basked in its light, before it’s gone.

What a way to start the day.

To be in the moment, to go with the flow of my days.

All in good time, I tell my kids.

Nobody gets more than 24 hours in a day.

Pace yourself.

This is what life is all about.

Not to live in the thrall of self absorbed busyness, that can fill our time but not feed our souls, that leave behind those bright shining moments in the here and now, the kind that come and go before we know it, the kind, if we’re lucky, we hold on to, even cherish.

And remember.

Moments that are woven together like that heavenly canopy, each a thread in a life well lived, well loved.

Those that are there in a flash, a glimmer, then gone, never to return again.

Each one precious, the stuff of memory.

And blessing.

And what a way to start my day.

Feeling grateful, ever grateful.

And how lucky, how blessed I am.