Solitus Sum: I have been accustomed.
It’s 10:45 am on a Tuesday. I’m standing at yet another park watching my rambunctious toddlers race through a maze of colorful plastic playground. My oldest son flies down the slide with a scream and wood chips scatter as his feet hit the ground. He looks over at me for approval. I smile and then look back down at the screen in my hands. A small brown and yellow bird lands next to my youngest son who exclaims, “Buud!” as he shuffles towards it with arms outstretched. I smile at him as the bird lifts into the sky and then I once again look down at the glowing light in my palm.
I have become accustomed to my life. I assume these moments are ubiquitous when in reality they are unique. I am not intentionally ignoring life as it blows by me in a flash of color, it’s just that I have become accustomed to it. It happened over time. Little by little amazing moments became routine.
One of my favorite excerpts is from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay on Nature. “If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown!”
It’s easy to become accustomed to seeing the stars every night and miss their beauty. This blog is my attempt to force myself to notice the beauty in everyday moments.
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