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.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
I wonder if, many years from now, when the warm spring air coaxes the lilacs to their full glory and their graceful scent kisses my tired, wrinkled face, I'll be happily reminded of just how wonderful it was to be where I am at this very moment: immersed in the richness of life in full bloom.