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 coffee on a dark morning. Delights abound. I find them wherever I look, whenever I listen. 

But I have to remember. Maybe you do too? It's easy to forget. To focus more on the huge things that hold us captive, the travail and struggle in life, the endless monotony of traffic jams and meetings, of projects and deadlines. Perhaps so much of life is spent in these mundane places, these endless paths. But if you look, I promise you will see, a sparkle, a tiny joy, hear a giggle,  or feel something that sets your senses in another place. The little things are always there, just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be acknowledged.

My son reminds me as he cheers for a passing train that makes us late, as he stops to admire a dandelion gone to seed and blow the wishes to the wind. There's always time, always a half a minute to stop, to feel into what is in this moment, this precious moment.

And maybe they come, like tiny fairy feet, the more they are seen, the more they are sought after. Just for today, look for them. Just for today, remember.