Sometimes I forget.
I'm so focused on the things I want to do or achieve, on the things I don't have, on the ones I miss that I forget to stop and contemplate what is.
Sometimes I forget how beautiful the world is.
How beautiful life can be if I just pause and open up to receive its magic.
Yesterday evening, I was standing in silence on the side of the road with two good friends at my side. It was a chilly evening in December, and the dusk over the hills was stunning.
It couldn't be any more enchanting.
And I took it all in.
I filled my eyes and my soul with that beauty and grace.
Sometimes I forget how beautiful life is.
I'm grateful for these moments when I am reminded how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
With shortness of breath
You explained the infinite
And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.