When I was in California, I repeatedly commented on the beautiful weather to my mom.
It was fortifying and refreshing.
I found I wanted to be outside more than I wanted to be inside.
In my home state of Virginia, especially in July and August, I can only take so much of the heat, humidity, gnats, and mosquitoes. I need to get inside just to feel normal again.
I could tell, that for my mom, it was just the norm because Californians are used to one beautiful day after the next beautiful day after the next beautiful day.
It made me question what I may be becoming dulled to in my life.
Am I unaware of irreplaceable experiences right in front of me?
Today's reading included these thoughts:
"Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until she is nearly dead. Is it possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun: and every evening "Do it again" to the moon? It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them."
Blessings to be noted today:
A home that serves as a sanctuary for a world-weary spirit
People who give my life meaning
Vivaldi's Four Seasons
Any time left with my mom
Do it again. :)