I’ve really been enjoying my time off from work. It’s only been a few days, but I feel so much more relaxed, so much more in tune with my little world. Why is it that we allow life to happen around us, and often are too busy to notice? Already, the trees are starting to bloom, there are bluebonnets along the highways, and Easter is fast approaching. Did I really take part in the winter we have just lived through? I didn’t play in the snow when I visited my family at Christmas. I didn’t make an apple pie or drink canela tea. I didn’t carve any jack-o-lanterns or listen to Christmas songs. I didn’t buy anyone a Valentine, and I missed several winter birthdays. Was my life that busy? Was I so consumed with work or homekeeping or cooking or worrying that I forgot to live, to be a part of the world?
So now spring is coming, and I am ready to take part in it. We fully immersed ourselves in nature and life this past weekend (see previous post), and I intend to continue. When I think of spring, I think of gardens and flowers, Easter eggs and chocolates, picnics and bike rides, sitting on the patio reading a book, taking walks and noticing the beauty of the world.
It’s funny how it takes something so drastic as the loss of a job to make us realize how precious life is. That the most enchanting smell is my husband’s cologne, that the prettiest sound is birds chirping in the morning, that the best feeling is a breeze brushing across my skin, and that one of the most beautiful things I can think of is the sight of my mom feeding her birds.
Life is too short not to live it.