A Few Things to Think About

Ruitine hairbrushing...
Goodmorning hug with a smile...
Chocolate cheerios...
Eggs on tomato-bread-toast...
Peppermint tea, all hot, sweet and steamy...
Birds cheerfully chirping...
Steady waves of traffic moving by the house...
Bubbles dancing over crystal clear dishwater...
Chin-ups on the basement water pipes...
Operating on a thorn embedded thumb with a buttery knife...
Click of the toaster...
Waving of leafy branches...

All things that make up my morning.... Such small things, but what would the morning be without them? How much can you lose before you start to notice the little things? Even if you are busy, too busy, perhaps, you can still notice that sweet robin peering down at you in the evergreen tree. The sky is meant to be noticed, you know. And you can take a moment to touch, ever so softly, the surface of something around you and revel in the texture. These are small things.
 Our ears grow accustomed to the traffic going by. We hardly notice it. The birds' sweet chirping, for those of us who hear them all the time, do not often register in our busy minds. We're thinking... thinking... We're busy. Our minds are elsewhere, and are taught to tune out what distracts us; tune out the little things.
 The pipes are meant to do chin-ups on. The decoration on the bookshelf is meant to be appreciated for its simple beauty. The rattle of ice in the cup should be noticed. The gleam of light on a shiny object ought to be fascinating. The design on the well-worn wood floor should catch our eye. Blinking lights should catch our attention. The breeze should be danced in. The leaves should be spoken to. The grass must be felt. The sun should be smiled at. We should take the time to inspect the interesting font in the book we are reading. The raindrops must be caught. A face is meant to smile. The flowers must be smelled.
 Grandmama likes evergreen trees. She pointed to one. "Isn't it pretty?" With my normal, tuned out eyes, I couldn't see the beauty in it. Pretty? Yeah; I guess. But they're all over the place. There are many of them. What makes that one noticable, much less pretty? I looked again. A little something caught my eye. See.... look at the dark green, leafy against the dull gray sky. See how it looks with the lighter shade of green lacing its tips. Isn't it pretty?
 Sounds... sights... feelings... smells...
 We don't really know how much we have until we find the little things. We won't know how much we lose until they are gone. Revel in them a little, won't you? Listen to them, in silence. They're so beautiful... just notice them, for a moment.