Life is busily entwined with schedules, deadlines, chores, errands and vanities. The moment whirls around like a top spinning uncontrollably, like a little girl pirouetting mindlessly, like a day starting and ending leaving one feeling incomplete. Why lose oneself to anonymity? Why drive oneself to feebleness? Why betray oneself of joy?
Have a moment … and take time to smell the flowers.
Release oneself from the demands of what one assumes to be most important and catch a glimpse of the rustic environs that can pacify a tired mind and a weary soul. Go out on a sunny day and observe what surrounds you, fly a kite, catch a whiff of fresh air, take a photo, read a book, watch the bird feed on crumbs that fell from a little boy eating bread, go out in the rain, form images of cloud animations and blow them away.
Slow down … and take time to smell the flowers.
Retrieve a moment from the archive of memories and appreciate the pegged instant readily reminding a significant season of celebration, an interval of freedom, a baby’s first smile, a stranger’s act of kindness, an apology, viewing a sunset on the beach, a walk in the city of Bruges, a hug on the first day of school, reaching out to make a new friend, and an almost forgotten anniversary.
Reflect in solitude … and take time to smell the flowers.
Restore the gift of laughter that echoes the dwindling shrill of just being true to oneself. Let laughter remedy the need to let go by sharing a friendly banter with a loved one, hinting a funny joke, by laughing at oneself, exchanging wit and humor with the spouse, watching Adam Sandler, calling an old friend and reminisce the old days, having tickle fights with the kids, building sandcastles and trampling them immediately after.
Just go … and take time to smell the flowers.
Respond to the call of quiet in a moment of prayer. Lift the wasted soul onto the arms of our waiting Father and feel His calming embrace. Rest in His comfort, rely on His strength, relish in His love.
Be thankful … and take time to smell the flowers.
The Psalmist David wrote in Psalms 23, verses 1-3:
“The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name.”