A warm night. The kitchen window wide open.
I’m unloading the dishwasher, second nature. Feet moving along the well-worn path between cupboard and drawer. Hands depositing glasses, forks, bowls in their waiting places.
Suddenly, I hear something that stops me in my tracks: the unmistakable sounds of a small group of people gathering.
In that brief moment I turn toward the open window. I surrender to how very much I love the sounds of people gathering, sinking into the pleasure of it for a few moments.
And then I return to my dishwasher task.
Lately I seem to be paying more mindful attention than ever to these brief moments, cultivating them.
I think it’s because I’m less distracted now that I’ve finally gotten in the swing of studying for my LPCC exams. That means limitations on a lot of things: aimless web surfing, blogging, tweeting. I’m trying to check email only once or twice a day.
And I’m not too proud to admit that a couple of times I’ve enlisted Dave’s help and asked him to take away the computer mouse and put parental restrictions on my other devices so I can’t get access to the internet browser. Drastic? Perhaps, but it works.
It also helps that I’m spending every other week at our little creekside getaway place, where a decent internet connection can only be found about 10 minutes away at the library or coffee house or Lakeside Grill. (But I’m not complaining.)
It’s all good. Especially the brief moments and small loves.
The evening breeze rippling across my skin.
The frosty tang of a limesicle hitting my tongue.
Watching the cat sleep in a pool of sunlight.
Inhaling the scent of a lavender bush as I pass by.
Simple, simple things to love and appreciate.
And this week, I wish you many small loves and brief moments.
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