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.