Lawns…
Greeting dear friends & fellow navigators, & welcome to my world today. Yesterday I mowed our lawns, it was a beautiful day. There is something about the way the late afternoon sun falls just right, casting a warm glow on everything it touches. You can feel the breeze on your skin, hear the rustle of leaves, & for a moment, you stop. You realize this, right here, is one of those small pockets of happiness we tend to miss. It is nothing grand or life-altering, but it is enough.
We often think happiness is this big, final thing we have to chase. But the truth is, there is no “happily ever after.” This is just a fantasy we grew up believing. What there is ~ & what is real; is a lot of “happy for right now.” Maybe this is the real beauty of it. It is not permanent, but it shows up more often than we think.
We miss out on so much because we are always reaching forward, convinced, real happiness is somewhere else, some other time. But happiness is not a place; it is a feeling. It is not something we are meant to live in all the time, but something we experience in flashes, in tiny doses which come & go.
The world is not perfect, but we? We are fine. Maybe we are sitting outside on a park bench, looking at freshly mowed lawns with pleasure. Or, perhaps curled up in our favourite chair reading, or just driving home with the windows down, letting the breeze rush in. For just a second in our lives, everything feels okay. [If this is not nice, I do not know what is].
Sure, things could go wrong tomorrow. But right now? We are fine, & we should hold on to this ~ not because it is rare, but because we overlook them. Good things are there. They are always there, but we miss them because we are looking too far ahead, worrying about what is coming next.
We all hold the power to decide where & what to look for. When we are always scanning the horizon for problems, we miss the little joys. We miss the smell of freshly cooked food & the simple peace to come with sitting still & doing nothing at all, perhaps just in meditation.
Happiness does not always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it is quiet & subtle, like the soft patter of rain against the window late at night. It is easy to miss if you are not paying attention.
But when you notice it ~ when you stop, breathe, & really see it; you realise how often those moments come around.
Life may not be perfect, but these moments, these little slices of joy, like the results from mowing a lawn, they are real.
And they are enough.
Just few observations again dear friends, & provide an opinion in my world. Thank you for stopping by, I appreciate your being here. If my journey encourages you also, all is well with my soul. Looking forward to next week; this is Kenn Butler in Paradise, Nelson with best wishes.
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