It all started with a stick.
My father-in-law reminded me today how important it is to experience the ‘real stuff’ of life. These days while I have my smart phone glued to my hand and melted to my eyeballs, experiencing life is so important. What is life, I ask?
It’s getting away for a while.
It’s crazy golf cart rides with my mother-in-law.
It’s sitting, just sitting.
It’s being so content that just for a second I drift into the present and forget about the past and future.
It’s opening the car windows and the smell of leafy trees.
It’s becoming part of a tradition.
It’s being happier outside than inside.
It’s acting like a kid again.
It’s closing my eyes and savoring every moment.
It’s smiles and warm welcomes.
It’s story-telling and catching up.
It’s the afternoon breeze.
It’s the sunshine warming my skin.
It’s building memories.
In my life, I admit, technology does get in the way and puts up a wall between me experiencing all these wonderful things. I just need to remember to be more like that little girl, trotting down the road, imagining her stick is her magic wand.