Some moments make time crawl to a slow, every detail is magnetized and emotion floods you. There are a few times in my life when this has happened, most notably the birth of my children. It becomes a sensation that I view as life altering, your on the tipping point pushed over by something monumentally bad or good.
Yesterday it happened as I walked around the back field. My boys were playing in one of our dirt piles and my daughter was asleep against my chest. I was singing gently a random lullaby and contemplating how cold it was turning.
As I came to the edge of the hill a leaf fell from a tree, it spiralled in a perfect slow motion, dancing among the wind. The world slowed then, the hum of all suddenly at my ears.
The swish of too long grass as I walked through it, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. The call of a bird in the distant, the gentle stir of the wind against my ears.
A flood of peace overwhelmed me then, why had the world never sounded so beautiful before? How could I not have noticed the clack clack of toy trucks over rocks, or the slightest crunch as leafs settled together in a pile?
Surely I hadn't been blind to all of these nuances before?
But I had, and I have.
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