Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Some things...arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
I was thinking about this quote on the way to my office today, how fleeting things are sometimes and how easy it is to miss them altogether. There's an art and a talent to seizing the moment. There's an art and a talent to letting one go.
Just as I was thinking that, a song came on XM and while I've heard it before and liked it well enough, this piece resonated today:
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours
These small hours
The small hours and little wonders of horses munching first cut organic orchard hay soft as silk, children with sore throats sipping ginger root tea and soup before napping, the gift of a much-wanted novel in the mailbox today.
At the office, walking in, this, which seems to mix spring, summer, and fall all into one:
Inside, seeing clients, the small hours became therapy hours and the little (and not so little) wonders continued.
I was not in the best mood earlier today, but by the time I came out of work into a soft but steady rain, that had shifted.
Seize. Relinquish. Knowing when to do which thing. Being present enough to see what's landed at your feet.