Those things that often slip by in our daily lives…. the ones we pay little mind to… the ones that we toss off (too easily) in our quest to fill our “bigger picture”. The touch. The look. The act. The fact… and everything in between. Some dictated by nature and others by very human motivation.
I once told a friend that poetry is the celebration of the mundane amplified.
For instance, from the homestead I can hear the trains run. They run all day. Yet the two that I always hear is the one at 3 AM & 6 AM. Mainly because I’m quiet and laying in bed. I’ll be the first to admit that I love the sound of a train. From the melancholy wail of it’s horns to syncopated rhythm of it’s clipping along the rails. Yet, I do not hear (or choose to block out) the other runs of the day. Doesn’t mean they’re not there.
Human touch does that too. Mothers rhapsodize about their babies special touches. A finger curled around a bra strap as the baby sleeps on the shoulder, the attempt of a not quite yet synchronized little hand to wave hello.
Lovers write tomes on the way their lover will lightly brush their arm… that at different times non-verbally communicate different things… but mostly that we do matter. Sometimes, it is these little things that remind us of what matters to us and make us happy. But often times we don’t.
Sometimes it is just silence… or just the sense of being with oneself. Os, Blogged about this today reminding me of similar moments that I have experienced. Quieting the noise of the world to regroup or to redirect the path and the burdens we choose to carry with us. And sometimes it’s just to take pause and marvel at something outside of ourselves.
This is my count today. These little bits of insignificance remind us of being human and that each experience, no matter how small, provides us the opportunity to marvel once again… with each one making our lives richer. And as long as we are alive those moments are going to be there.