After a week of inclement weather, I anxiously awaited the pleasantness the weather forecast predicted. After a leisurely morning that involved cheerios, coffee and a two-part “Murder She Wrote” story set in Ireland (some might expect me to be ashamed, but I am not), I set out in the early afternoon. My plan was to walk around, breathe and enjoy the beautiful day.
The day was even more gorgeous than predicted. I retraced many of my steps from last weekend. I found myself walking slowly and taking things in. Many people passed me and I questioned both why they were walking so quickly and why I was walking so slowly. This phrase came to me: I already am where I am going.
I want to live my whole life this way—as if the journey is the destination. Perhaps this will help me live in the moment. For example, I would hate to spend my entire sabbatical worried about finishing my book. If I do that, I will miss the fun of the journey of creation.
I didn’t take many pictures today, but here are a few:
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| I can't stop taking pictures of the Long Walk |
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| I saw this for the first time today |
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| Little Pumpkin in the Latin Quarter |
I love it, and I need to live in the moment more. We oftentimes overlook the journey for the destination, miss the trees for the forest. As you say, cherish every day and every person and experience you encounter. We have no idea how any of this will impact us down the road. . .
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Rachel. I had a dream last night that my family and I were in Galway for one day, and they asked what we should do with our one day. I told them we should take the bus to Salthill and walk back, with a stop at the lighthouse. How fantastic that you get to experience these joys every day!
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