Gathering up the Moments

Having experienced our house being hit by three hurricanes over the last couple of years, some things have become very clear to me. Life can throw you a hell of a hit at any time. Things you thought that you couldn’t live without become things you can. Life can get so turned upside-down that not much looks familiar. Repairs surely don’t happen overnight. Repairs happen over months and more months. During that time you sort of bob along with the ebb and flow on a true sea of change and confusion.

Yesterday afternoon Mr. Pop was working in the yard. He was weeding the flower beds and adding new mulch to the areas. Murphy was sleeping soundly in his little bed. Fred the Cat was doing the same thing in his own bed. The sun was shining and I’m telling you our house was at peace.

I walked from room to room recalling the way things looked after Frances and Jean whacked us. What a difference from then to now. Each room has its own new do and those rooms also seemed to be sleeping restfully. From the kitchen window I could see Mr. Pop intently fighting his war against weedy little evil doers. He seemed to be winning and he appeared to be enjoying what he was doing.

I realized that that moment must be swept up in its entirety and placed softly and deeply inside my heart. The entire house and all of us who call it home were experiencing a very nice time. I have learned that I must never let those times go by unnoticed. I must jump whole heartedly into them and enjoy them. Those sweet little moments and memories have become my life’s true treasures. Moments that others might view as dull and unexciting, I see as some of the most wonderful times of all.