For granted
You know when you’re sick and then you get better, or when you’re in pain and then pain goes away, how you have this moment of pure exaltation, this blast of unfettered happiness, this glorious sense of goodness, wellness, rightness… and you tell yourself: I’ll never take my health for granted again? And then, a day later (an hour later) there you are, taking it for granted again.
This morning, early morning, I was sitting outside on the deck reading a manuscript, a first novel by an old friend, and the birds started singing. I mean singing. Not tweet-tweeting. I’m talking lilting melodies. And there was this soft breeze with just a hint of coolness. And I looked up from the pages on my lap at the intense green that is mid-June in Oregon. And the peace of it, the beauty of it, the privilege of it washed over me. It staggered me. And I thought: I will never take this for granted again.
But I will.
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Ditto❤️❤️
Like I take your blog, but I miss it when you don’t. Glad you have time to play St Francis of Assisi.
Ha! Thanks for your loyalty. I don’t give people much of a chance to miss me, though.
I know those summer mornings, and breathe them in – deeply. It’s remembering them when the moment is not so perfect that I am striving to grow into.
Another blogger I read wrote on a similar theme today, regarding people. People we know, people we don’t, and making connection. My message to you, via her “I see you. I see what you’re making, and I’m here for it. I enjoy what you do. I’m happy you’re doing it.”
Message received–and appreciated–Ruth. And you are so right about “storing” that sense of both peace and wonder for later use!
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