The days have been filled with schooling and playing and cooking and drinking tea and eating chocolate with dear friends, and then company coming from Canada- the most delightfully last-minute, spur of the moment decision they made to detour on their way to their vacation spot- and the park, and the library, and more dinner guests (what a formal way to describe a great night with friends), and talking and dreaming. And so the last days of summer have passed, and it is fall.
The fall makes me nostalgic. It gets me to pondering the past, looking ahead to the future, and I'm filled with gratefulness for the memories. I'm learning to fill each day with thanks, each moment with awe and wonder at the simple beauty found in the ordinary. I breathe thanks with each conversation, every kiss, every laugh. Every prayer. But I am repeatedly 'human' and it shatters the momentum, the perfect rhythm of a fully embraced day.
I'm learning: sometimes the beauty is in real-life messes, too. A simple thought, even an obvious one...definitely not an original...but much bigger when actually applied to the living of it all. The parts where I am human, I make mistakes, or I want to give up.
Often, the pain intensifies the joy. Sometimes the joy is in the pain, in the mistakes, not just in the obviously good things of life....because it takes us to places beyond ourselves and outside of our comfort zone. We can't grow or learn or trust if we are in our realm of simple goodness. The great stuff is on the other side.