The World is full of Beauty

It is quite amazing that so much surrounds us, and so often, we miss it.  I don't mean we miss our bus, or we miss our favourite television program, I mean we really miss the important things that happen to be around us all the time, things that are simply doing and being, and yet we miss them.

Allow me to quantify.  Sometimes, missing your bus is important.  I'm not taking away from that.  Sometimes having the dinner on the table by 6 p.m. is really important.  Sometimes it isn't.  Sometimes seeing the butterfly cross your path is important.  Sometimes smiling at the little kid jump in the puddles you just worked hard to avoid is important.  Why are they important? Because they remind us that we are not all there is.  These things show us that there is more to life than the busyness that takes up far too much of our time.

I say this as I am one who too often is caught up with how things look and how things should be rather than what things really are and the relationships that are built along the way when I sometimes take a moment to see the things around me.

This past few days, I have had opportunity to sit back, more specifically sit back by a pool, in a beautiful part of the world, and see what is going on around me, see what is going on in my head.  Some of the things I have 'witnessed' have been from a distance, in that my children have had an opportunity to spread their own wings, without me at home.  At this point, does it really matter that they didn't have dinner at 6 p..m.?  Or that they probably have not even looked at a vegetable that did not come on a pizza?  or that clothes are probably, even as I type this sentence, sitting on the floor where they left them last night...or a few days ago?  Not at all.  Because they are building their relationship, as siblings.  That is so much more important.  That is the wonder of life.  That is where the magic happens...the little things.

So when I return home...I will remind myself that the dishes in the sink are not a slight to me, that my children not dusting is not them saying they don't love me, they were busy developing their relationship.  Something I should do with them as often as I can, and sometimes that should mean I forgo the dusting...and just sit back, and watch the wonder of the simple things that surround me.