“There are no ordinary moments.” I read these words on Elena Abrams’ blog, a photographer, mother and artist who captures the moments of this one precious life through digital images.
I was inspired by this quote and never before have these words rung more true for me. I spent the first 35 years of my life rushing through most of life’s moments, days, years running away from the here and now (Pisces have escape tendencies!) until I became a stay at home mom. Time stood still and shifted into a natural rhythm of purpose and presence. Motherhood stilled my heart. Nothing was the same for me, nor felt more right. Nothing held the same level of importance than the raising of two promising and beautiful human beings. I was home in mind, body and spirit.
I entered a nurturing world, grounded in the day-to-day, where there are no ordinary moments. And whenever I lose sight of this fact and I know my life continues after my children, I cut basil from my garden (that reminds me of my mother and my grandmother), I take a picture of the white egret standing stoic in the wild grass, I listen intently to the barn owl hooting outside my window, I rest easy to the sound of my son’s breathing moving easily through the November night air. I read a favorite poem. I call my girlfriend. I look outside and take in the rising sun, the midnight moon, the redwood trees, the red rose. I take in the here and now and love what I have.
“Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds: All the trouble they had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.” — Edward Everett Hale