The cold air felt so good on my bare face, and Ethan brought out his ball-popping mower, which I’m sure the neighbors appreciated at 8 a.m. (If you knew my neighbors and their habits, you would know why I feel no remorse.)
I didn’t let myself take pictures of Ethan being so cute. I didn’t really even mess with my phone. We just were. And we were happy.
How often I have been so wrapped up in doing that I’ve had no time for being.
How often I’ve cropped life to what I’m seeing in a viewfinder.
Can we find these quiet moments? And in the moments, can we trust our hearts to soak them in, instead of scrambling to capture them from fear they’ll pass too quickly?
Can we find time in our busy lives to live? Can we stop the grasping for more to simply hold in our hand what is?
As Ann Voskamp put it,
Chiara Elena
Sometimes people ask me why I don’t ever take a break, my way of being, actually is doing, usually if I have nothing to do I feel lost. I work 8 hrs a day, currently I’m learning Arabic and I’m improving my German, I meet with friends as much as I can, and for example, if I really have nothing to do I bake, crochet or cross stitch. Last Sunday it was raining so I demolished old stuff. I feel proud of myself every time I accomplish a goal, of any kind. If I sit down I suddently feel bored and I have the feeling I’m wasting my time…plus I start thinking about stuff to do… what a weirdo…
Beck Gambill
I found your blog through your comment on Michael Hyatt’s post today. Congratulations on your new book coming out, that’s thrilling! I resonate with your post. How often I pose everyone just right and document every cuteness, missing out on participating in the real moment unfolding before me!