Every day I have a moment of magnificence, that stops my mind from spinning— stops the what if’s; the why didn’t I’s; the I’ve got to’s. Quiets the the he said/she said’s, and the what I wish I’d said’s. The lists, and the agendas and the inner critic is silenced: when I come around the bend and the sun is illuminating the tops of the trees, and all of the world outside my car is aglow. When I look to the sky and a bald eagle is peacefully gliding on the wind. Every day, when I look out at the constantly changing Bay: the colors of the water, the whitecaps or the glassy peace, the islands changing from green to gray to purple, and back again; the boats coming in, the boats going out— my heart beats easily and I breath deeply. When diamonds play on the water and the brilliance is almost too much to look at, tears spring to my eyes and I walk with a little more spring.
When I walk my dogs along the Interurban trail, and the mossy trees are lush and vibrant green, I sing stop worrying about who will hear. When the waterfalls are rushing past me, and the gushing, bouncing, splashing sound is all around— I forget for a moment that I’m tired of rain, and I embrace the water. When Mount Baker slips past the clouds and reminds me that we are always in her shadow, even when the sun doesn’t shine, I smile and feel safer. The white mountains, the blue sky— is there anything grander?
On those days when my head is filled with issues, nothing clears the cobwebs like my boy smiling. Nothing. The way his whole face becomes the smile, and his incredible blue eyes sparkle. When the phone rings and it’s my girl, calling to tell me of daisies and spring green deserts in far away places, it’s hard to feel anything but joy. When I turn on my computer and my other boy appears on Skype, telling me about an exciting day in the city on the other side of the globe— of the crazy, and the funny, and the foreign mysteries he’s discovering, I’m filled with the thrill of his adventure, his wonder. I’m there beside him, for a few splendid moment. Each morning, I am greeted by two overjoyed pups, who seem to think that I walk on water. So I fumble into the kitchen, still waking up, and they do summersaults and bow; they spin and celebrate my arrival. Every single morning. Impossible to resist; they start my day with smiles and optimism. If they love me so much, in those early hours, how can any of my own self doubts be true?
The dark, lush forests surrounding me; the tulips in bloom each year; the passing of time on a canvas of salt marsh and tidal flats; the swans that come, and then go again each year; the flitting and the rustling of small birds at my feeder and the whirr of the humming birds that stop me at the window— all bring me a moment of pause, a moment of wonder, outside my thoughts. Clocks stop and issues dissolve, for a little while. These moments of magnificence, right under my nose, bring me back… from wherever I’ve strayed. My head may stir and grinds and pushes my buttons, but these moments… of magnificent beauty, of unbridled love, of perfect peace, of joy— fill me up. And for a little while, there is no room for all the rest.
What are your Moments of Magnificence? What draws you back to a calm, sweet spot? Leave a comment and share your thoughts.