Following
a surgery some dozen years ago, I stayed home for a few weeks to recuperate. It was October. I sat on the window seat
in my living room, reading and just looking out over the neighborhood. I was struck by the simplicity and the beauty
of it all – leaves tumbling to the street, neighbors walking their dogs, birds
flitting about the trees, the mail carrier hiking up and down our hill, the UPS
delivery person just as the sun was setting.
And I thought to myself, “This must happen every day, but I never see
it.” A whole universe of routine and contentment within a
few feet of my front door, and I always rushing too quickly to drink it in.
Today I scrapped my busy schedule to rest in my kitchen, write a few letters, and reflect on the past few months. Sometimes, it seems, our most precious moments lie in just sitting still.
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