You walked along the path and you stopped. There was something special – the light perhaps? After the rain the sun appeared and the land looked brightly illuminated against the dark storm cloud sky. Or was it the smell of petrichor, the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil? Or the dark wet bark on the trees all around you?
You notice the minor detail of a flower head and some leaves that someone has placed on a fallen down tree. The dandelion head strangely anchors your attention. You wonder why is it there and who put it there? And now you are present to all the rest of this banal, ordinary moment. You become aware of the scent rising up from the young wild garlic leaves crushed beneath your feet, and the dog barking in the distance.
There is nothing special about this moment that touches you and makes your body and mind still. You don’t need beauty or strangeness to stop the flow of your movements, thoughts, and plans. You stopped because this moment is unique. Never again will you see exactly what you are seeing now. Because never again will you experience exactly what you are experiencing now. This is it. You’ve stopped because you realise what matters most. You are living this little bit of life. How can you take this for granted so often? You forget that life is a miracle, that every moment is a gift, snatched from the night, darkness, the stars. How can you forget that? Find joy in small moments.
Never forget to live. Look up and see everything around you as if you were a newborn, as though you never before had seen what you are seeing now. Just be aware that we are here, alive.
“It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.” Jodi Picoult.