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What Stops You in Your Tracks? Anything? The Right Things?

“On your journey, don’t forget to smell the flowers. Take time out to notice that you’re alive. You can only live in one day.” – Ray Fearon

As we rush onto the next thing on our “to do” list, we race past those daily track-stopping moments. In our nonstop, do more and more with less and less working longer days to create mediocre work, we are losing our sensitivity meter to notice the simple track-stopping beauty that surrounds us right now.

Looking directly into another human’s eyes, an embrace, the sculpture forming in a pile of snow by the mail box, the edges of a flower shining in the sun at a conference hotel where you are working for six 16 hour days, a bouquet of balloons at the same hotel that look like big jewels, your best friend savoring a cookie-frosting first of course, your other best four-legged fluffy friends playing and resting after play. These are the things that stop me in my tracks and make me smile from inside. And they are what matter the most – the symphony in a noisy loud world.

The blessing of the cell phone is not the technology of being on our email 24/7 or on social media liking someone’s dinner choice – that’s the curse. The blessing is the camera that allows us to capture moments that stop us in our tracks, that make us see our blessings while we are in them, that remind us to be grateful, and that show us the stupidity of our never-ending pursuit to be busy and “productive.” Efficiency at the loss of meaning and depth – blah.

Wake up and be open to being stopped in your tracks today. And stop.

“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.” – Alice Walker



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  1. You quoted the color purple. Nothing makes me happier. This post made me smile and is always a great reminder (esp on this snow day home with three littles yet again…). Take it all in.

    February 20, 2019
  2. Brilliant and beautiful. Recently I would add the catch in my throat and the tears that well up when kids–or anyone–step outside of the boxes I’ve built for them. Our hometown basketball team holding hands–fingers interlaced even–as they’re waiting to be announced. A kid who’s not afraid to walk out to center court and nail the national anthem, even after he totally blew it on the football field a few months prior.

    I’m a hard-core homeschooler, and have little appreciation for team sports of sanctioned and cookie cutter music programs. But there is beauty even where I get lost in my negativity. Who knew basketball would get to me?

    February 20, 2019
    • Wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing!

      February 20, 2019
      • You just never know what might take your breath away. 🙂

        February 21, 2019
      • Amen! Joy in anticipation and discovery

        February 21, 2019

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