So many times in our lifetime, we will look back fondly at perfect moments.
Our best childhood friend, our wedding, a special birthday, when our children are born, a promotion at work, a perfect seam....
Lots of events in our lives can and will be a perfect moment.
I live in the southwest desert. We are in June now, so the heat is coming at us with full force... will be 109 in a few days. I dread this time of year.... I did not always live in the desert. For the first twelve years of my life, I lived in Virginia.
My family and friends know that I have always wanted to leave the desert. Move to the mountains, to a small town, with seasons, trees, gardens.... with rain, cool weather nearly year round... snow.
Even though I am not certain that this dream will come true in my lifetime, I do dream.... dream always. I talk about it. I think about it. Almost eat and sleep this dream!
Last week, we had what I would consider a pretty darn perfect day. It rained.....the entire day. (When I was younger - a neighbor and I would meet in our front yards when it rained, with our lawn chairs and a pitcher of margaritas.... yes, this is how much I love rain!)
On this beautiful, rainy day last week, I left work early and stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. As I was putting the grocery cart away after unloading my bags into my car...... the rain was lightly coming down, it was overcast and slightly breezy, a nearby restaurant had their fire pit going, the green trees were swaying and I could hear a couple of birds....
The smell of the fire and clean rain, the misty cool breeze, the vibrant green trees set against the grey sky, the birds chirping...
I stopped..... Literally stopped.....
Perfection.
It was realized at that moment, in that very moment. No looking back.... Full awareness.
A perfect moment.
Yes, goosebumps.
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| Photography By My Youngest Daughter |
Lots of events in our lives can and will be a perfect moment.
I live in the southwest desert. We are in June now, so the heat is coming at us with full force... will be 109 in a few days. I dread this time of year.... I did not always live in the desert. For the first twelve years of my life, I lived in Virginia.
My family and friends know that I have always wanted to leave the desert. Move to the mountains, to a small town, with seasons, trees, gardens.... with rain, cool weather nearly year round... snow.
Even though I am not certain that this dream will come true in my lifetime, I do dream.... dream always. I talk about it. I think about it. Almost eat and sleep this dream!
Last week, we had what I would consider a pretty darn perfect day. It rained.....the entire day. (When I was younger - a neighbor and I would meet in our front yards when it rained, with our lawn chairs and a pitcher of margaritas.... yes, this is how much I love rain!)
On this beautiful, rainy day last week, I left work early and stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. As I was putting the grocery cart away after unloading my bags into my car...... the rain was lightly coming down, it was overcast and slightly breezy, a nearby restaurant had their fire pit going, the green trees were swaying and I could hear a couple of birds....
The smell of the fire and clean rain, the misty cool breeze, the vibrant green trees set against the grey sky, the birds chirping...
I stopped..... Literally stopped.....
Perfection.
It was realized at that moment, in that very moment. No looking back.... Full awareness.
A perfect moment.
Yes, goosebumps.