28 April 2014

Hurrying and hedgehogs

"I have learned to quit speeding through life, always trying to do too many things too quickly, without taking the time  to enjoy each day's doings.  I think I always thought of real living as being high.  I don't mean on drugs - I mean real living was falling in love, or when I got my first job, or when I was able to help somebody, or watch my baby get born, or have a good morning of really good writing.  In between the highs I was impatient - you know how it is - life seemed so Daily.  Now I love the dailiness.  I enjoy washing the dishes.  I enjoy cooking, I see my father's roses out the kitchen window, I like picking beans.  I notice everything - birdsongs, the clouds, the sound of wind, the glory of sunshine after two weeks of rain.  These things I took for granted before."  (Mitten Strings for God: Reflections for Mothers in a Hurry, Katrina Kenison)

This pretty much sums it up for me.  Well, for me perhaps it's less of a fait acompli and more of a daily striving towards.  But that's where I struggle to stand everyday.  With each passing day, with each life experience, I enjoy my daily work more and more - my very own quotidian mysteries.  :)  

PS - This little guy is one of our many rock animals emerging from a long winter of hibernation.  That's an accurate description for most of us here too.  

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