It is morning and I am sitting outside at the picnic table. It is a beautiful day so far, perfect temp. even a little chilly to be out here in my pajamas, I can hear the birds talking to each other, the sheep next door are also having some kind of conversation. The neighbor's dogs are having a race, a few apples will fall and make a little thud, a car drives by, everyonce in awhile I can hear my other neighbor laughing and you can hear the faint sound of a train whistle. These are the sounds that I have been missing, I have not taken much time to just sit and look and listen and enjoy. Seems like you can always find something you think is more important.
I live in a rural area so my neighbors are spread out a bit, in the field next to me the girls have mowed a crooked path to get to from each other's homes. I look out at this crazy path and I think, how time has flown, the girls used to walk to see each other, then ride their bikes, then they figured out how to drive the riding lawn mower and hook up a wagon and give each other rides back and forth, (they even discovered they had cup holders!! that was a huge deal), now they are learning to drive. They still use the path though. We all do. It is a path that leads to friends.
How lucky am i too live in such a pleasant spot?? I have to keep that in my mind when things start to get overwhelming. Realizing that this is what i have and this is what makes me feel good.