The story of Ferdinand the Bull by Munro Leaf (totally awesome name!) is one of my favorite childhood books. If you don’t know, Ferdinand is a gentle soul who just likes to smell the flowers until the day he sits on a bee and is transformed into the most fearsome fighting bull in all of Spain and is taken to the arena. Fortunately it has a happy ending.
This post is about the first part of that description. The importance of pausing and just breathing in beauty.
Today is warm. There were robins on the trail and starlings bugling glossily in the trees. I stopped and looked at the sea and then I turned and looked at the town. Both views pleased me immensely. I could feel the sun on the back of my neck and the ice underfoot has melted enough that I didn’t slip and fall (like I did yesterday when it was much colder). Thank goodness for the natural padding of bottoms, that’s all I have to say.
And I just found out that tomorrow will be likewise warm. A mirror of another perfect day.
One of my worst faults is I feel that I am always waiting. For news, for change, for something to happen, for quiet, for the weekend.
This does no good to anyone. What’s wrong with the present? Isn’t it a present? A gift?
I resolved (though in a lazy way ’cause I’m not so much about rules and strictures) to live in the moment more.
I didn’t really think it would stick. The leopard changing his spots etc….I have earned the right to be set in my ways, surely?!
I plan on being one hell of a crotchetty, opinionated old woman!
But you know what? I am actually sort of doing precisely that.
Lately I’ve noticed how good things taste. I almost swooned the other day while eating a salad with avocado, roasted almonds and goat cheese. And the Lindt chocolate heart that the Fireman gave me last night, made my knees weaken. I closed my eyes when I ate it.
I opened my eyes when I looked at the beautiful sights on my walk this morning.
I closed my eyes when I sniffed the leaves of the tiny lemon trees I grew from seed over the winter.
This world is delicious.
And you know what else is delicious? The words we have available to us whenever we strive to describe what we see, taste, smell, hear.
So yay for Ferdinand!