Tuesday, September 16, 2008

6:28 PM

I think the days I am happiest are the days that are filled almost to bursting. And it's on these days that are filled almost to bursting that I remember why. It's because I live in the moment every moment. I stop living inside my head. I do not regret the past. I do not worry about the future. I stop chasing peace and peace finds me.

I drove by a man mowing his lawn today. I had my windows cracked just a little. The smell was heavenly and I know this is a silly thing to write about, but I want to be able to come back and read this some day and remember how much I love that smell. Next to the smell of Windex, it might be my all time favorite.

I love all 30 days in September, but I love September 16th the best because it's my son's birthday. I am incredibly lucky to have him. I wish him the all that's good in this world.

3 comments:

Tammy said...

I love the smell of freshly cut grass too, as well as lemon pledge. It reminds me of being a child and my mother cleaning. This post really made me smile, thank you. And Happy Birthday to your son.
Hugs, Tammy

Sam said...
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YogaforCynics said...

While I don't think I saw it this way at the time, and it wasn't the safest practice, I have incredibly fond memories of mowing the lawn barefoot when I was a teenager--the smell, the peaceful motion in walking circles around the lawn, even the way my feet turned green....
I think the best days are usually the ones when we think the least. As Stendhal wrote: "to think is to be full of sorrow"...actually, I don't know how much I agree with, but, like most things, it's true up to a point....