‘Twixt mommy-ing, hearth-tending, and careful study in a day, I always stumble upon a truly quiet moment . . . a serendipitous pause . . . a peaceful gift.
This particular particle of time cannot be planned or scheduled. No calendar notation yields this moment. Just as a woodsy wanderer happens upon a sylvan clearing graced with a freshet of most glorious beauty – a rollicking rill filled with spangled stones sparkling in the late afternoon rays – I sit and stare in awe, drinking in the beauty, filling reservoirs of memory to carry forth and savor forevermore.
In that mere moment my pulse lulls, my breathing delves deep and cleansing. A truly peaceful moment descends.
Or maybe you find yourself slogging through a most arduous task of clearing a densely-overgrown thicket which threatens to choke out the woodland beauty. Briers and prickles, bloodied snags and unkind mutterings vanish in a flash when the travailing rake uncovers a nest of baby bunnies – all fawn-colored and sweet as if plucked from the pages of a Beatrix Potter tale. A smile splashes across your muddied face, warmth fills your grousing heart as you gaze upon the snuggling family.
All toil-filled thought washes away in the wake of such a gentle discovery.
I live for these moments, hiding in the crevices of every single day. Some pass quickly, like sitting at a stop sign and glancing toward a kiddie park at just the right moment to catch sight of a toddler running toward the sandpit with joyful abandon. Other instances linger like a nap woven through a hammocked-pause in a shady garden nook serenaded by trilling birdsong complete with honeybee refrain.
Expanded or oh-so-brief, I keep my senses fine-tuned and ready to receive the gift of a quiet moment, for therein lies joy.
Thou wilt show me the path of life:
In thy presence is fullness of joy;
At thy right hand there are pleasures