It is a typical spring day in Oregon. A little liquid sunshine mixed with the real thing. But, that is what makes our state so green and beautiful. Spring is actually my favorite season of the year, as it is so full of new beginnings. Everywhere you look, trees and early plants are flowering and a sense of expectancy is in the air.
There is an elk herd that graces us with their presence from time to time. They are phenomenal creatures, large and majestic. Though we lost many members of the herd this last fall, there are several young ones to take their place and it is a pleasure to see them eat in the field behind our house. Our dog is totally unimpressed by them, not even deigning to acknowledge their very existence. Not a woof, a growl, or even a snort is emitted from her furry lips. Such is our watchdog.
I often find, with the advent of spring, that my pace through life quickens. Whether at work or home, I feel this inexpressible need to accomplish more than usual. Yet, instead, this is a perfect time to slow my pace and look at the world around me.
In the constant rush to accomplish everything we can, every minute of every day, do you stop to take advantage of special moments or enjoy the beauty of your surroundings? The adage “Stop and smell the roses” is not so far from the mark. The rush of “doing” can cause us to miss the moments of “being”. Before we know it, we have truly missed special moments that we might not experience again. Sometimes, things that are so simple can be what is most precious and will last in our memories for a lifetime. The smell of my Grandmother’s hand lotion or the beauty of a clear blue sky against an evergreen mountain ridge comes immediately to my recollection. What memories come to mind for you? I would love to see your comments.
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