When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
This past weekend, Noah had the rare and fascinating experience of watching a real live baby turtle hatch from an egg. He had been playing basketball in the school yard with some friends, and one boy mentioned that there were turtle eggs nearing maturity by a creek near his home. The boys rode their bikes there and were lucky enough to witness the emergence of a tiny turtle from its cracked shell. Noah took a picture of the brand new little creature with his phone and excitedly brought the photo home to show Matt and Will and me. We all marveled at the wonder of the beginning of life, a phenomenon that happens countless times over each and every day in the world, yet somehow never seems to lose its magic.
This week I've gained a better perspective on September and all of its strangeness; the month is a hopeful beginning of its own. There are signs everywhere that it is time to move on: the leaves are already changing colour on some of the trees that line our street, and the cool evening breeze whispers autumn as it rushes by. Though it may seem safer and more comfortable to stay within the peaceful haven of summer's shell, the ever-spinning world outside it beckons us, promising new discoveries and new joys if we can persevere through the challenges of the unfamiliar. This week I'm embracing what is happening now instead of looking longingly behind us. I'm finding ways to make the new reality feel good for us, and I'm excited about the growing that a bustling year will allow each of us to do. Even though these chances for a fresh start happen over and over again as August turns to September each year, I want to remember always to see the magic in them.