Reading from Eve Eschner Hogan's work, "Way of the Winding Path - A Map for the Labyrinth of Life," I came upon these words - and I paraphrase a little -
"Backpacking on the (island) of Kauai along a magnificent coast, I weaved my path toward the sacred destination eleven miles in the future. After three days at the destination, I took a boat back along the shore and viewed my journey from a difference perspective. I had missed all of the splendor of the journey because I spent the entire walk looking toward my destination, thinking about how much further until I was there, and counting the miles."
These words were such powerfully personal words to me today as I am striving to live every moment in the presence and not as it will be when I do this or that. Entering one's late autumn (ha) one's early winter (?) years, looking back can be an incredible experience and exercise in seeing and realizing what blessed events I might have missed in my own life.
I'm not going to lose sleep over those missed events but I do want to remember some of the most precious ones in my life and to simply treasure the events of this day as they unfold for me. The blue sky - there is a teeny bit showing - the breeze making the spring day feel colder than it is, the squirrels drinking at the bird bath - assuring the birds that it's a squirrel possession rather than a bird hangout, with the birds ignoring the squirrels! The peace and quiet of our home, often interrupted by the raucous barking of our two beloved dogs, and the good fortune of housekeepers who temporarily will upset the quiet as well later today. The blessing of friends dropping by for tea and a chat, and my weekly brain-clearing spiritual formation group studying excerpts from Annie Dillard's, "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek." The sight of my beloved busily transforming thoughts into sermons, blogposts, or letters at his computer or taking a snooze in his favorite chair......
These unheralded moments surrounding me are indeed mundane and too numerous to count but they bring me peace and God's love on a daily basis. Would that I count these days as the splendor of my life no matter how small are inconsequential they might seem as I list them.
And you, do too many days pass when you don't count the splendor of routine, of your shelter, your transportation, your friends, your family.........please count them today for me and for you.