My word for 2018 is focus, which requires paying attention to the moment – the now. So, this year, I’ll be taking note of experiences I may have missed, without focus. Many may seem to be BGO’s ( blinding glimpses of the obvious), but hey, I might have missed them.
Here’s this week of NOWS:
Overwhelming-leave-my-body-limp-tears-of-grief-I-thought-I’d-already-processed come when I least expect them. That’s good.
I also got to see:
- water fowl walk/waddle across the chunks of ice that were temporarily Lake Waccamaw;
- the sunrise precisely between the three branches that form the trunk of a huge Bradford Pear tree;
- as the moon rose, it looked like it was sitting on top of the lake; and
- a heron THE MOMENT it took flight.
I got to hear, what seemed like hundreds of birds singing in The Swamp, after The Melt.
I shared in radically honest discussion with friends that filled.my.heart.to.the.rim.
I saw the movie Frozen
What NOWs did you experience this week?
2 thoughts on “a week of nows – week 2”
A flicker at my water saucer on the deck, a red bellied woodpecker on the pecan tree, robins muscling in to take splashy baths: birds partying after the thaw.
Watching snow melt.
Seeing Leontyne Price, 91, reveling in her diva memories and the glory of the voice she gave us without a speck of vanity.
Daily phone calls from my brother, recovering from a difficult knee re-re-replacement surgery.
Learning how an errant splash of white paint on an architectural drawing led to the design of the Met Opera’s spectacular Austrian crystal chandeliers.
Feeling the sudden pull of gravity dragging on me as I get out of the bouyantly uplifting saltwater pool at Oleander Rehab.
thanks, Penny! SO many rich NOWS.