“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realise they were the big things.”  ~ Robert Brault

As children we are free and completely confident in our thoughts of who we are, we haven’t been influenced yet by life to form opinions of ourselves.  If only we could go back to that feeling in our adult lives, but we can’t. Hope, however, gives us as adults, that small inhibition that we experienced as children.  This is not to say, that we can’t be free and confident in who we are, but that confidence is different somehow, the innocence of childhood is gone.

In my adult life not many things make me feel this way, but there are a few.  My first cup of coffee in the morning, photographing a sunrise or sunset at the beach, listening to the hummingbirds as they chase each other, or to my wind chimes as the wind blows through them and the music of the crickets as they sing me to sleep at night. When I was younger, I don’t think I really thought about this too much, but seriously, who does when they are young?  It’s as we get older we begin to reflect on things we once never noticed before.

I think in this extremely busy world we live in, there are so many distractions that weren’t even a thought when I was young.  Cell phones, computers, social media, to name a few, slowing down is virtually unheard of.  However, if we don’t slow down, what is the sense of it all? The simple pleasures of life will go virtually unheard, but once in a while, it’s refreshing to break away from it all.  It’s a kind of resurgence of the soul, not being tied down to all the modern conveniences that make our lives the hectic mess they can be at times.

When it’s all said and done, it’s the hugs we have received, the love we have given and received in return, the simple pleasures in life will be what we remember; when we can’t remember anymore.  So tonight when you turn off the TV, put down your cell phone and log out of your social media accounts, open the window and listen ~ truly listen ~ to the melody of your wind chimes or the crickets as they sing you to sleep.

Thanks as always for listening and reading my thoughts on life . . .

Until next week . . .