I may not me the most spiritual guy in the world, but I do seem to find great joy in life’s small gifts.
In my new life I am slowly building new habits while continuing to embrace many of the old ones. I still start my day with the newspaper. My delivery person hangs it on my door knob. I find that every morning now I open the door, get my paper, step out on to the catwalk and welcome the day, spending a few minutes following the leisurely drift of clouds and watching the sky getting brighter by the moment. If the temperature is cool I go back inside, turn off the AC and open the windows.
I have enjoyed fresh air in my new home more than anywhere I’ve lived for quite a few years. It seems like the air conditioning seldom was turned off and I am re-discovering how much I like the fresh air. I get plenty of that on the tennis court, but allowing the ocean breeze to course through my new home adds a fresh dimension to my life; one I am finding I very welcome.
In a way, I suppose, it’s a variation of the old “Stop and smell the roses.” adage. We live such busy lives it seems there is little time to appreciate the little things in life. Often, they may be the most precious moments we can experience.
I am wondering what other small wonders I will come across. Fresh air and flowers are capable of adding pleasant diversions. But then again so does red licorice.
It’s Good Friday. Sunday is Easter. I hope your weekend is filled with fresh air, spring flowers, joy and a renewed since of importance and relevance. Feel good. I do.