It's funny. Well sort of.
Hmmm... let me start again.
I was thinking.
About all the little, seemingly insignificant moments,
that take place between the mountain top experiences.
All the ways I am encouraged to grow,
to experience, to learn, to forgive, to love,
to become who I am.
Every day. Each moment.
At my desk at work.
On the phone with my mom during our evening calls.
Talking with the cashier, who I have known for a long time,
because I am rather old and this is a very small town.
Sitting beside my husband outside,
watching the chickens who make us laugh when they run.
Touching base with my kids through quick texts
so they know I think about them so many times each day.
Or hiking in the mountains with friends,
who become closer with each step.
I was thinking.
It's all sacred. It's all holy.
If we allow it to be.
If we see it that way.
If we keep our eyes, and our hearts, open.
Looking forward to the weekend adventures,
I need to be careful to not throw away
the moments in between.
The every day moments.
It is all a gift.
For that, I am grateful.
