In today’s world, it is easy to feel as if there is no time for any reflection…we live in two-earner households, with children and appointments and activities, and twenty-four hour news cycles, where you move from one thing to the next and fall into bed at 11 pm and wonder where your day went. And every now and then, things come together just right, and you are surprised by the majesty of simple things.
This has not been a fun week. Among other things, it has been a very busy week at work, I wasn’t able to do a weekly activity that helps keep me centered, and the stress and fatigue are screwing with my body in ways that aren’t good. But on the other hand, I got a new CD from my favoritist band in the whole wide world, and I am once again reminded why they have been doing this since I was in High School.
I also have had some not subtle reminders of how lucky I am to live here, where any time, beauty is likely to break out unannounced and take your breath away, even when you think you’re too cool or too jaded to be impressed by the work of creation. Twice this week, I have had sunrise views of Mt. Rainer, often framed by low clouds, that make even the hardened natives here fall silent and gape in awe. And three times, I’ve had sunsets that looked like God couldn’t decide if he wanted pink, magenta, or purple on the horizon behind the trees, and the strains of new music turned up to 11 left me speechless.