Seeing T scratch the old horse’s ears and then lay its head on his shoulder.
watching a tiny yellow finch on the weathered farm fence one morning and seeing a
bluebird the next. My son noticed the color inside the afternoon shadow. Some say bluebirds are a sign of joy and contentment. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bluebird before…
or a white horse watching me through a forest of trees
or a whitetail deer staring back at me like the
three tiny white flowers along the roadside or
the sky’s expression just before nightfall or
the juxtaposition of heights from these mountains.
All this, and then seeing my son in a well-worn sweatshirt I gave him 17 years ago and hearing him say that it’s one of his two most treasured possessions.
When he returned for one more hug after we had said goodbye, I guess I accepted, finally, that it’s okay I was never the perfect mom. He loves me and I couldn’t possibly love him any more.
We are all perfectly imperfect.
God’s grace covers everything.
I look for it now. I watch. It shows up, moment by moment.
True treasures indeed Deb. Not only is there a lot to see, but you see a lot. Noticing is a gift and a learned skill. Life and time gives those things value. I love bluebirds. They live brashly and vibrantly like their colors.
I loved what you wrote and I loved the pictures. They kind of reminded me of home made soup, made from a variety of goodies that provide a sense of warmth and well being and gratefulness. Thank you for sharing what you see and think Deb. God’s blessings to you and yours.
Gary, perhaps I could use a little more bluebird in me… 😉
My dad used to tell me I had “a good eye.” I guess it’s taken a while to appreciate it for the gift it is but I agree, there sure is a lot to see!!! 🙂
Bruce,
What a fun metaphor and I love making soup too! Thanks for sharing a special time with me. It means a lot.
Blessings back,
Deb