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In the movie “My Girl,” Macauley Culkin and Anna Chlumsky share a beautifully captured, innocent, sweet, kind, gentle, magical first kiss? Two days later, Thomas J., Macauley’s character, dies unexpectedly.
I wonder how magical this minute, right now, might be if I actually “saw” (think “captured”) everything it contained?
Just up the road from me when I lived in Litchfield, there is a spectacular bakery nestled in the kitchen of an old farmhouse called the Black Crow Bakery. The steps are rickety, the driveway muddy and the sign almost unreadable. I came close to passing it a third time without really seeing it. Inside are the hands-down best chocolate chip cookies I have ever tasted and bread that is out of this world.
I wonder how many other treasures I have missed along the way because I was looking and not really seeing?
A client I worked with for a couple of years, a few years ago and was doing really well, called yesterday saying that everything seemed to be going to heck in a hand basket. My first question, as usual, was, “how’s your self-care going?” I’ll bet even people who have never heard of self-care know the answer.
I wonder what it takes for us to realize we can’t give what we don’t have?
