This morning I was invited to attend a yoga class at the first studio I went to in college. It was a blissful experience wrapped up in the sweet nostalgia of the heady days of learning so. much. about the world around me (and thinking I knew so much, too!) and the security of the love I had found with L1. The theme woven throughout this morning’s class was finding the wonder in the world around as well as in ourselves. Some minutes this feels so easy–especially when all I have to do is look out into such a green, lush world outside my window. But other times I’m so caught up in the to-dos of daily life, the angst of children with their own minds, and worrying about the minutae of my little world that I can’t see anything beautiful or awe-inspiring. I’ve been feeling a whole lot of the latter of late and so this morning’s class was such a sweet reminder. I saw just how beautiful I find my toes to be. And I came home ready to embrace the independent spirits of my children with a little more patience and a little more wonder. The wild flowers from their bike ride while I was gone, the stories they had to share about what had happened during my absence were all things I could appreciate because of the mindfulness I was remembering to practice. Even looking at photographs I saw yesterday (and witnessed!) are new this afternoon. Even as I feel as though summer is slipping through my fingers, perhaps all that I really need to do, rather than jamming more into the last few weeks, is to acknowledge and live in what is here, now.
How about you-what wonders have you found anew in your life lately?