I love reading blogs that sweetly describe days. Cuddling with little ones, their sweet hair softly brushing my cheeks. Baking cookies, the aroma swirling around the room. I have always thought the words were so beautifully inspiring. Today Luna had a banana for breakfast...which means I had to wipe half of it off her body 15 minutes later. I also had to get up 30 minutes earlier than typical. I was slightly cranky. I didn't want to wipe sticky banana off her. In the midst of this thought, I had another...what if I tried to live poetically? Instead of complaining, what if I instead opened my senses to what was happening around me. Just simply being there and experiencing everything. This struck me as profound. I could have those moments I crave, it is simply a matter of my mind being open to them.
Instead of being irritated about getting banana on my arms I could enjoy Luna's sweet touch, her little sticky fingers grabbing my arms. As I put coffee on, I savored the smell. When I ate my breakfast I took time to let the flavors sit in my mouth awhile.
It really is amazing all that we miss in a day because we are simply to hurried to stop and experience it.
I want to rediscover letting little things make me happy, I want childlike wonder and happiness. I know it can be mine if I am open to it.
It's crazy how much, in my adult life, I have become so serious. Not much time for silliness or laughter. I am constantly on a mission and most of the time, the indirect point is to find happiness. Working more hours to have more money to buy more things to make me happy.
It's crazy how much my mind just completely forgets those things that make me truly happy. Long, long walks with my little family, exercising, eating wholesome food, quietly reading, hammocks, lemonade on a hot summers day, blogging, productive mornings, cleaning, spending time with my girls, long talks with Marc...how often do I make it a point to get these things done?
And why does my brain not hold onto these moments? Like, when its come down to choosing between watching a movie with Marc or spending time talking...I almost always choose a movie. Even though I know that I would so happy if we had a long talk instead. Obviously, there is nothing wrong with movies, or indulging in junk food...but I know that for me to truly enjoy my life, I need to do those things that take more time but are ultimately more rewarding. Eating wholesome food and just enough makes me feel good, emotionally, spiritually and physically...I know this, yet I typically choose junk instead.
|cracking all my raw cookbooks back open.|
|so happy here.|