My children see wonder in infinitely more moments than I do.They drink the world in a way I have forgotten. It is lush here, bursting at the seams with color, beauty, and experience.
Do not let the world grow dull. Do not see shades of grey where there is every form of beauty and wonder in every breath we are allowed. Soak in the rays of sunshine as they settle gently on your skin, a reminder that you are here! Listen to the laughter of children around you and meet their eyes (and especially the ones who do not belong to you); listen to their questions and their awe and bask in queries which startle you with their ingenuity--remember that you, too, used to ask them.
Do not grow weary with the bleakness of the news, with the struggles of the days which seem never to end. Feel the euphoria in your body as you float without intention in the cool lake and the children splash around you. Pause for a moment to wonder at the impossibility of your first sip of coffee, the richness and depth and joy found in an impossibly tiny bean.
Do not despair that it is all so big it threatens to swallow you whole. There is a fresh snow on the mountains and the waves--even now!--crash onto the sand and a baby, somewhere, just took its very first breath. Listen to the stillness and remember it is not quiet. Feel the tiny grace of fingertips as they brush your skin, the small hand that reaches desperately for yours as you walk in long, green grass. Remember the burn of a fresh cut and the relief as your body works tirelessly to heal you again and again and again.
There is wonder even in this breath. Can you feel the air enter your lungs, the expansiveness in your chest as oxygen reaches to the very tip of your toes?
It is a marvel to be here. And a miracle to be here, in this very specific moment, with you.
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