I didn’t know there was so much joy in a morning. Hot tea. Full sun. Ellie sitting beside me ‘reading’ her book and drinking her juice while I sip my tea and think about the art of writing. I am reminded of a quote I put at the top of my To Do list in my phone about a million years ago. I don’t know who wrote it. ‘If I want nothing, I can find joy in everything.’ Actually I think it was a quote from Buddah. He was pretty smart for a guy who lived so long ago.
Not that I don’t want things. But right now, right here, I want nothing else. Nothing else either added to this moment or taken away would make it any more perfect.
The sun won’t always shine in. Ellie’s book won’t always be free of sticky pre-chewed cheerios. My phone won’t always be fully charged and ready to play my favorite songs. (Right now it’s ‘I Am’ by Nirinjan Kaur)
I won’t aways look to the right at the garden and see the fruit of my labors basking in the morning sun. Or, rather, the onion seedling of my labors.
Toby won’t always be quietly and drowsily laying in his bed by the couch. Bill won’t always be puttering around in the garage already at 8:12am hard at work even on his day off.
But today they are, he is, and this is JOY.
And that moment stretches out and is broken. The day lurches to a start. Toby wakes up and scratches his ears. I drink my last drop of tea. Ellie almost falls out the chair trying to grab a passing dust mote. I have to pee. Like a dew drop poised at the end of a leaf the moment is beautiful and whole and perfect and then it falls to the ground. Splat.
The rest of the day begins and it’s a mad dash of poopy diapers and IPAD related temper tantrums and then…one perfect moment eases in and the world slows and stops again. I kind of live for these moments. I’ll finish with a quote that perfectly sums up what I’m trying to convey and how I feel about it:
‘It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.’ Aldous Huxley
Go find your dew-drop moment people, it’s out there waiting for us to stop and notice it. Hurry – like a perfectly made chocolate truffle in my house – it won’t last long.