The Little Things...
A child's hand, a simple melody, a dancing leaf....the little things. Do you ever think of how hard a path is and forget? Forget that the little things always are? In the middle, in the strife, in the cacophony of life? Remember now...remember the little things. A sparkling twinkle in someone's eye, a giggle, a cat's purr, the feel of fall sweaters. There's the smell of cinnamon, the taste of a sugar cookie, a gentle hug and enfolding. Reach now, look for those things. They are there, in the pain, in the flight, in the darkest hours of midnight. Someone said this to me earlier this past summer...look for the little things and I realized I had forgotten. Did you too? Forget that the little things are what matter most? The vision of a tree against the moonlight, the feel of grass under your palm, the sharp scent of autumn? What about your child's sleepy good night, and sparkling water dripping from a leaf? Gentle warmth on a cold evening, hot ...