A Recognition Of The Small Moments

A recognition of arrival,
Every time I drift and come back feels like a new arrival to the moments that I sense myself coming back to.
Something that for some time felt a little distant - do you sense that too sometimes? Like, ah! There I am.
And life tastes a little sweeter again, a little less rushed and more meaningful.

Transcript

I have been recognizing myself. I have been recognizing myself again in the touch of the breeze. And the sound of the fallen leaves. In the flickering light of a candle. And in the silence in between the in and the out of the breath. I have been recognizing myself in the mirror. I have been recognizing myself in the eyes of another. And in the sweet touch of someone's hand. I have been recognizing myself in the body of another. And in the warmth of a living human being. Even if that human being just happens to pass by. In a short meeting of conversation. Have been recognizing myself. And the way I flick the book into the next page. And the tender softness of a blanket. And in the melting eyes of a little child. I have been recognizing myself again in pause. And wonder. In the way I lay my back flat on the ground and stare at the clouds. Have been recognizing myself. Have been recognizing myself and the way my own hand touches my hair. I have been recognizing myself in the softness of the morning. And the candle-lit evening. It is nice to feel at home once again. It is nice to be recognizing. That life isn't always rushed. I've been recognizing myself. In each moment that I pause. Life is not meant to be rushed