It was Mary Jean Irion who wrote these poignant words: “Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”
How well we all know the truth of these words. One minute, things are going great; the next minute, tragedy strikes. That's why I make a point to look for the gifts of an ordinary day, and, in the spirit of honoring them, here are just a few images that illustrate such days around here.
Morning coffee, no cream, no sugar.
Summer sunshine, casting its spell indoors.
On ordinary days, you'll probably hear the hum of the washer and dryer.
Some evenings, a devoted aunt stops by for snuggles and sugar, and sharing cupcake's favorite songs.
And even in the oppressive heat, the mail must be collected and sorted.
There are days when I look at my stained carpets and frayed rugs, at the toys strewn in corners and the laundry spilling out of baskets, and I think to myself, life isn't perfect, but how rich I am, how very rich I am.
Until next time, dear ones, my appearance in blogland has been sporadic lately, but I'm still here, hanging on.