Inviting small moments to inhabit my heart… that is my challenge this Thanksgiving… my beacon of light in a world that tends to point us to the darkness. Yesterday, it was a grey, dreary day in Western New York… the rain had stopped, but the dampness had pasted the land with flattened leaves and a rather mucky path.
A walk through the nature preserve served as my pallet for the day’s lesson; for despite the grey surroundings, we were finding moments. And these moments reminded me that everything does not have to be good, and fun and bright to be precious.
It’s a no-brainer, that life is often interrupted and often infiltrated(!) by intentions other than our own.
It makes me realize how easy it is to miss the little things, while I search (sometimes a bit tenaciously) for that which I hope for. Health for friends, peace in families, resolution of conflicts, a better environment, honest leadership…So. Many. Distractions.
And that is just for the BIG stuff.
Finding space, to recognize that it is a blessing to get out of bed…, to stretch my muscles…, to cue Siri…, to sleep… The list goes on and on.
Sometimes big blessings are right in front of us and it is easy to recognize and be grateful for them. I am finding that it is the small moments that truly are the mortar of life. The moment-to-moment happenings… too small to post on social media because they are for me, as they are for each of us…tools to help us stay balanced and grateful right in the moment we are in.
