Tuesday, April 10, 2012


Standing by the window after a late weekend breakfast on Easter Sunday, I couldn't help but notice the small birds gathered outside my window. So busy, each one of them with some task at hand. In that moment I felt a stillness, the world stopped and everything snapped into focus. I've learned to recognize moments like these and to cherish them, to sink my teeth into them like a perfect rib eye, or strawberry freshly plucked; and to savor them.

I used to dislike birds, but I have come to admire them. After all, they fly.

Grounded, I stood there in silence, admiring their toil. A perfect moment uninterrupted by judgment or trying to capture it for eternity.

A blueprint for my life.