How odd this is. Several months back I wrote about the extraordinary act of being ordinary. I feel most of my life is ordinary, for me, but in many ways so extraordinary. I hear an echo in your post.
Bonnie, Hmm....I love the smell of pine trees warmed in the sun, the yellow Monarch butterfly that played tag with me yesterday, and the smell of the peach cobbler I just took out of the oven. And the sweet fragrance of my grandson's little head. :p)Ahhh. Thanks, that was a nice sense-memory.
I stopped by the side of the road this morning, pre-dawn. Just stood there. It was quiet. There was no one around, from horizon to horizon. It had rained a few hours before. You know what I remember?That smell.EFH
hmmmm....few things can be more glorious than the warm rays of the sun shining down and touching my skin - feeling the life-giving heat - or the soft petals of moonlight spilling onto my pillow from a full moon - or the delicious smell of rain - and nothing can compare to kisses and hugs of my children or their children and now, even their children's children!
Sandra: Yes, that's what I love about this Loder quote - the reminder that there are many treasures to be found in the ordinaryiness of everyday life. The treasures can be quite extraordinary.
Barbara: Isn't that the truth - the fragrance of a baby - delicious!
Expat: There is something unique about pre-dawn and after-rain smells - that awakens the senses and makes one pay attention.
Gypsywoman: I'm with you!!
i can't tell you bonnie, how many times i am stopped in a day by sudden, yet 'always been there' wonders ... especially shafts of sunlight that dances through the leaves and is silhouetted on a curtain ... i love evening walks on the road and feeling that cool damp feeling that happens when you go into a hollow ~ it smells amazing and feels very, well .. cool. all of these miraculous gifts are around us all the time, if we just take a moment to notice and embrace ...dancing with the crickets,prairiegirl
watching my boys with their markers drawing pictures...seeing the images that dance in their minds come to life...right now listening to the crickets singing into the night...
PrairieGirl: Oh, you've got me smiling . . . "leaves silhouetted on a curtain" - how about moon shadows on a wall or the feel of clear water on your parched throat?
Brian: So many extraordinary delights in the everyday process with our little ones. Our senses are picking up so much all the time - if we don't crush the messages they send us with our everyday concerns and busyness.
The cacophony of the birds as they roost before the dark comes. A daily happening that must have an order...I just don't understand it, but marvel at their flutter and speech as they find that perfect spot.
Now that I carry around my point and shoot, so many things I once considered ordinary or didn't consider at all practically jump out at me. Tonight: a stray of prairie grass that bent over a sidewalk. The contrast let me see how delicate each blade of grass is. What a lovely poem -- and question!
Sense-Judgement, Common, Wisdom etc.the best - sight, hearing, smell, taste touch. Our gift and sometimes taken for granted. They can be taken away in an instance.
My early morning tea in my balcony
Oh, Bonnie...I could write volumes on this subject. I thrive on the simple, ordinary things in life that most people never even notice. Whenever I can, I take a walk in the woods and I notice everything. Everything. The sound of the dry leaves crunching beneath my feet; the smell of "the woods" (whatever that is); the birds and small critters rushing around looking for their next meal; an acorn on the ground beginning to sprout with new life; the sound of a running stream; the soft feel of moss on a rock; the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and the sight of the sunlight dancing through the leaves as they move; wildflowers growing out of a crack in a rock; a tree leaning against another tree for support (and the human metaphors that conjures up in my mind); the sight of the sun rising over the lake, or the view from the mountain ridge as the sun rises over the valley, and how the shadows dance among the trees below...Jeez, I could keep going, but I'll stop now. And that's just a walk in the woods. Imagine going through life and noticing every little detail of everything around you, every minute of every day, and being captivated by the beauty and wonder of it all - that's my life. It's those simple, ordinary, everyday things that make my heart sing constantly with the joy of being alive.
Alicia: Thank you - I'll be alert to that - to enjoy it too.
Kathleen: Photography does force one to see things that could otherwise be so easily missed.
Remistuff: Yes, our own senses - so precious.
Turquoise Diaries: mmmm - me too (except I would have a coffee).
Jeff: We'll all be heading for the woods now!So much to notice, appreciate and enjoy - and it costs nothing but our time and interest. Treasures to put in the real chest.
Nothing "ordinary" if defined as "with no special or distinctive features; uninteresting; commonplace"... all imbued with a purpose, an intent, be it known or unknown... marvel at how the mind conceives a thought, how the hand reaches to touch, how a smile brings light to the eyes, how a tree, a flower, a seed, a life transforms into beauty to behold. There is an order to the marvels and offerings of life I live, yet "ordinariness" I do not perceive. And dear Bonnie to you gratitude and praise.
Great questions. I love the big trees outside my window - they remind me of sentrys. I love the sound of the creek behind our house. It is the most beautiful music. I love my cup of coffee in the morning, made perfectly, delivered by my dear husband. I love the sound of my grandson's laugh. Come to think of it - all the things I love are ordinary.
Hi, I found your page through Diane's page and I'm glad I dropped by. You have a wonderful art collection here and beautiful photos and poems. Everything is a reflection of great works.
I love the bite of the cold air on a crisp fall morning.I also love having others point out all the things I don't attend to, but that have special meaning for them. I once went on a nature walk with Linda's cousin who is a biologist and he pointed out the various plants we were passing and explained why they were growing where they were. It opened up a whole new world.
Bonnie, love your post and all the comments! I start my day by throwing out a cup of birdseed on the patio. Then I sit in the screened-in porch to eat my breakfast and I wait to see who will join me. Usually a pair of red birds, rabbits, chickadees, sparrows, and squirrels will arrive. It is magic.I am draw to running water. It could me a stream or a fountain. I love the sounds it makes and the way the sun plays with the droplets. Time stands still in its presence.
Rose Marie: You are always a shining example of what's possible. Sometimes, though, we have to start where people are - not with where they can get to . . . I think that is what Loder is suggesting by talking about finding treasures in the field of the daily.If we are feeling hopeless, if we are spending our time in a hospital bed, or in a dreary factory, we may feel caught in the "ordinariness" or limitations of life. The place to start is to find out there are treasures there and begin to look for them. Once found, we can then envision, seeing nothing but treasures all around us in the simple, the ordinary . . . but first, some of us must start where we are. People need to feel that someone "gets" how they feel, and can say, "what if you tried to find treasures there" . . . They are much less defensive about trying something new, if we acknowledge how they feel and start where they are. And go step by step with them.Then one day, perhaps they too, will see there is nothing that is ordinary. But first, start with them, where they are.
Nancy: Isn't that the joy, because if all that we love is ordinary - we realize that everything is available to us!
Pacey: Thank you. Hope you drop by again.
Barry: That's such a great point. There are the treasures we have found - and then if others point out to us the treasures they have found - our world of treasures has just doubled.
Cat: Perhaps that's the real gift of being aware and noticing - we step into the eternal now.
Pithy, insightful comments from blog friends; the smell of popcorn; belly laughs; the iridescent wings of a hummingbird catching the light; lingering in bed with a great book; video clips via cell phone showing my 16 month old grandson dancing.
Meri: Treasure in the everyday for sure!
Hello BonnieI delight in all the little, the ordinary, the mundane, and the simple things that go together to make life...today I have felt the sun on my back, felt the muscles in my body stretch and relax, listened to music, looked at the trees, heard the birds, smelled coffee bubbling on the stove, luxuriated in hot cascading water...the list can go on and on...Happy days
Delwyn: Don't you find, paying attention to the treasure in each moment, makes time seem to slow down?
Right now I love the sound of crickets and the coolness in the breeze.
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