Charmed Moments

Now that the moment of bad parenting has passed, I just can't open my blog and have that post staring me in the face.  As always, after the breakdown, life almost immediately presents its better side and I can't contain the joy I feel surrounded by so much abundance.

I want to share an insightful passage from my current favorite book, The Gift of an Ordinary Day  . . .

"There is no such thing as a charmed life, not for any of us, no matter where we live or how mindfully we attend to the tasks at hand.  But there are charmed moments, all the time, in every life and in every day, if we are only awake enough to experience them when they come and wise enough to appreciate them . . .  My challenge is to hold on to that awareness, even on days when everyone's stress runs high, when one or the other of my children needs more than I can give, or when I'm simply overwhelmed by the demands of life with adolescents or saddened by the idea of life without them." (pg. 224)


My own "charmed moments" from the past couple days:

• Scripture study Thursday morning - my spiritual well was filled.
• Meeting Liza with a smile and Valentine cookie when I picked her up at school.
• Acting the part of passenger as my son drives himself to the gym.
• Listening to Sophie play her guitar and sing her heart out in her room.
• Dinner with friends that make me laugh so hard I cry, friends that I couldn't imagine my life without.
• Exercise.  Yoga class and meditation - remembering India and contemplating my own devotion.
• The peace within our home as I went about my routine without interruption.
• Spending over an hour on the phone with my best friend and feeling so uplifted afterwards I could hardly contain myself.
• A few precious moments with Chris alone.
• Time with Caroline this evening running errands, then watching a movie together.
• Chatting with Ryan about his day, his friends, school, and his Friday night after he walks in the door - right on time.

No, nothing monumental to record, not a charmed life by any means, just those little things that beg for awareness each day.  Otherwise, I might miss them.