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The smell of freshly cut grass is a distinct, unique experience.
I wonder whether there is anything for which that would not be the case as long as we were present to the opportunity?
What is the smell of fresh baked bread?
What is the smell of freshly washed hair?
How does it feel when you know you are loved absolutely and without condition?
Last night / this morning, I awoke about 4:45 a.m. (much earlier than I usually do). On the way to the bathroom, I noticed bright moonlight streaming through the window blinds. I looked out the window and saw a beautiful almost full moon low in the Western sky. We have had cloudy skies for the past few weeks here in Michigan, so I had not seen the moon for awhile.
I wonder what other wonders of creation I am missing while asleep (or even while awake)!
*Damian is a dear friend of ours and we are honored to share his mindful moment with you. We look forward to sharing moments from other dear friends in the future. You are all invited to play! Thank you, Damian!
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?
