"We move about our days stepping front-to-back and side-to-side until our movement is interrupted by something so curiously beautiful we remember that simply noticing is action, too"
Earlier today, I accidently spied my son reading to his sister through a narrow opening in the pocket doors. Undisturbed by my viewing, she lay beside him on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, while he read aloud and they both enjoyed an adventure. My heart swelled. In our lives, as much as we surround ourselves with the natural world, we still feel the extensive overreach of media, technology, and screen time. At 8 and 10 years old, my kids love their tablets as much as the next kid. They are getting to that age where throughout our days, they do their thing and I do mine, we come together at meals or to watch a favorite show, and time keeps ticking at what feels most days like light-speed. And every so often, we are fortunate enough to stumble into a moment that makes your heart stop, time stand still.
My first-world instinct was to run upstairs and grab my phone, it was dead. My tablet was, too. I thought about grabbing the Nikon, but the clicking noise I knew would disrupt that moment, so I committed it to my memory by closing my eyes and just breathing it in.
There are so many things keeping us busy around the farm now that Spring has finally arrived. Prepping the garden, stocking up product to sell at festivals, cleaning out the kitty coop, and lightening the flock of overcrowded testosterone topped the list this week. We move about our days checking marks on our to-do lists, stepping front-to-back and side-to-side until our movement is interrupted by something so curiously beautiful and pure we are reminded that simply standing, watching, and noticing are all actions, too. They may never make our lists, but when they happen we should hold them, not on our devices, but in our heart.
My first-world instinct was to run upstairs and grab my phone, it was dead. My tablet was, too. I thought about grabbing the Nikon, but the clicking noise I knew would disrupt that moment, so I committed it to my memory by closing my eyes and just breathing it in.
There are so many things keeping us busy around the farm now that Spring has finally arrived. Prepping the garden, stocking up product to sell at festivals, cleaning out the kitty coop, and lightening the flock of overcrowded testosterone topped the list this week. We move about our days checking marks on our to-do lists, stepping front-to-back and side-to-side until our movement is interrupted by something so curiously beautiful and pure we are reminded that simply standing, watching, and noticing are all actions, too. They may never make our lists, but when they happen we should hold them, not on our devices, but in our heart.
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