Wake up, walk dog, deal with the emails over coffee… head to work. My mind wanted to be anywhere other than focussed on the day ahead, and I allowed it to wander.
I caught sight of a young man on a motorbike, convinced for a moment that it was my younger son, even though I knew that was impossible. Fifteen years a biker, he had sold the cherished beast when he was expecting his second daughter in order to buy a sensible, family car. He had done so without a backward glance or the least regret, because his little family is his world.
I probably had more regrets about the sale of that bike than he did. I knew how much he missed riding. It was part of him and lifted his spirits like nothing else… except his daughters and they will always come first. He had done the right thing and, perhaps, one day he would get a new bike. Maybe even the R6 he had wanted. If only I could win that lottery I don’t play or… Shaking off the daydreams, I arrived at work. I wasn’t looking forward to the day.
Windy, wintry weather is not ideal for playing with cold water outdoors… and cleaning humungous hot tubs and pond pumps are not my favourite jobs at the best of times. Being already soaked by the time I had finished, I thought I might as well wash the car too. It was going to rain anyway so, this time, at least, I couldn’t be blamed for the weather.
I was not a happy bunny, but while I was outside freezing, a pair of red kites wheeled low overhead, then soared and tumbled in their mating dance. As I looked up to watch, I saw the resident wren hopping around in the rose bush and noticed the new growth of leaves. There was even a flower bud swelling, for all the world as if spring had already been and gone. My friendly robin began our daily conversation, sitting close to me on the fence and singing, leaving gaps for me to respond and imitating my calls. I still wonder what we are saying to each other, but I can’t be insulting him as he comes back every day for more.
Once more indoors, I laughed with my eldest son as nostalgia brought a tear to his eye as he heard a theme tune play. It was one of those tunes that have so many associations that you could never unravel them and pinpoint the reason why it moves you so. But it does, and the shared moment means you do not need to ask.
Then there was a call from my younger son who needed a lift. I had been planning on calling there anyway to see my granddaughters. The eldest did not notice me arrive and her face when she looked up to find grandma watching her was a picture. The younger one is all eyes and mischief as she discovers the world and is a delight. We went out into the garden, so they could play on the trampoline, and I watched them collapse into giggles together. I left them to it after a while and they played while I watched from the warm, talking to my son’s partner and reminiscing.
It was odd, but we were both of us thinking about the little ones eyes. She has her father’s big, brown eyes and we were both carried back to a hospital ward, nearly ten years ago now, when those eyes moved all who saw them, as he watched over his elder brother, who was fighting his way free of the coma in which he had been left. The memory of those eyes and that smile will always haunt and move me.
Eventually, I packed my son and his gear into the car for the lift to his workplace. As we drove, we saw the first daffodil in flower. There was a buzzard on the fence at the side of the road and a heron in the grass. And my son had a note in his voice that I hadn’t heard there for a long time.
I realised that the bitterly cold day, in spite of the pall of grey clouds, had produced its own kind of sunshine and magic. It was a day of little things, as most days are… each one so small that alone they might hold no importance, but together they create something greater than the sum of their parts. Where I had begun the day in a state of frozen gloom, I was now happy.
Joy is a state of being rather than a state of mind… and that stays with you, underpinning all the moments and emotions, happy or sad. Happiness is seldom a lasting emotion, for all we are encouraged to chase it and have come to see it as something to which we ought to be entitled. It is just the peak of the mountain… and it is all uphill until you reach and can enjoy it, knowing that it will soon be all downhill again, until you climb to the next peak.
I was keenly aware that the more open you are to the world, its small gifts and the people around you, the more peaks you are likely to see. The valleys in between then become no more than a time to catch your breath, and the contrast that allows the golden moments to shine. The unpromising beginning had become a string of golden moments, each one almost insignificant on its own, yet together they were magical and changed the whole feeling of the day.
My son had been saving for a long time. His leathers are musty with disuse, his helmet is mildewed and the ‘new’ bike needs work… but the look on his face as he wheeled out the R6 was priceless.
“I’ll take it straight home.”
“The long way?”
“No…” he sighed, “straight home.”
I watched, from way behind and through rather teary eyes, as a very happy young man disappeared into the distance, making an ‘unexpected’ turn… and taking the long way home.
Happiness lets the heart spread its wings. It comes most often from the little things in life… the everyday things… from moments shared and speaking eyes. I dried mine and drove home, smiling.
Sue, a beautiful window into your world. Let us all step up to the plate for those birds, for the grandchildren, children and all that we love by making the necessary commitment to clean up our environment so that the generations we have created have a chance. Yes, some of the changes needed are not what we believe we want, but they open other doors and give our progeny a chance.
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We need to… it is too beautiful a world to waste.
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Thank you Sue. Don’t those granddaughters deserve to explore it all? Don’t all children?
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Absolutely, Léa.
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jWithout a doubt. I knew they could count on you.
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This is such a lovely post, Sue. It is the little things in life that make us happy. The big things like marriage, births and the like should lead to the smaller everyday joys.
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It is from all the little things that the big ones grow 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for reblogging, Jaye x
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Those small moments make life worth living, long may they continue to visit us…
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They do, Jaye…every one of them 🙂
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Beautiful photos Sue. Do you have many kites in your area? I’ve only ever seen one.
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We do, Di. You can seldom look up at the sky without seeing them and one regularly watches me in the garden at Nick’s 🙂
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how wonderful.
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It is… I get a thrill every time…every day 🙂
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😀
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I too really enjoyed your thoughtful post, Sue. At nearly 86 (think mentally 40…and wine not bananas,) most of my life is behind me and I am due to celebrate my 66th wedding anniversary shortly.These facts only enhance everything that has happened in my lucky time on this fabulous planet. It also brings focus on everything around – from the blackbird who sometimes sings in our garden, the vibrant cerise and mauve bougainvillea which skirts our patio in Spain, and a myriad other blessings.Being retired, ‘im indoors’ makes my cappuccino – adding a splash of Bailey’s cream, at 11 am (unless breakfasting by the Med…) and also cooks, giving me time to write. (He swears I was born clutching a pen…) We have three, precious sons and a great family and bunch of friends, Of course there’s been grief, highs and lows; that’s ‘life,’ but the older I get, the more ‘in the moment’ I become and you can’t put a price on that, You contribute a lot to the ‘writing world’ out there, Sue, so thank you. Cheers. Hugs xx
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Thank you, Joy. From your description, I can see why you are celebrating such a wonderful anniversay together 🙂 x
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This is a lovely post, Sue, which brought a few tears to my own eyes. Our murmuration is still here and I’ve been allowed twenty minutes to half an hour of sheer joy every evening watching their ballet. And yesterday afternoon, driving home with my sister, we saw our first lambs of the year, something which gives me such a lift – a feeling of having survived yet another winter, all will be well.
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I saw the first lambs recently too. And watch the birds nest building already in Nick’s garden… it really does begin to feel like spring 🙂
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A perfect post. It is the little things that often make us happiest. I hope my hubby can enjoy his BMW for as long as possible. A gift to himself in retirement years.
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I loved seeing my son’s face light up as he started the bike… a vicarious pleasure as well as motherly joy 🙂
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Motor cycle!
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🙂
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Such a lovely post, Sue… ❤ A reminder of the blessings we'll miss if we don't take time to watch carefully and count them–every one!
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It is always the littlest things that add up to the best things …and all of them too easy to miss ❤
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Thank you Sue I needed a lift today and you have just given it to me 💜💜
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I’m glad, Willow ❤
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Thank you 💜
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Aw, sweet day to be alive! So many blessings. ❤
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Indeed it was ❤
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Sue, your post reminded me that the world is full of beauty. ❤
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Thank you, Carol… the day reminded me of that too 🙂
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If all could pay attention to the little things like you do, beauty and happiness would multiply. Lovely post, Sue. Thank you.
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Thanks, Jennie. It is such a simple way to change perspective 🙂
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It really is! You’re very welcome, Sue.
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