Sometimes we forget to take pleasure in the small joys – a cup of perfectly made tea, the view you see every day but no longer notice, the feeling of your hands right after you wash them. It’s so much easier to remember the big joy moments – a wedding, a great vacation, the birth of a child. If we wait for the big joy moments we miss out on thousands of small joys and “we need to wake up to our moments. Otherwise, whole days, even a whole life, could slip past unnoticed”. (Jon Kabat-Zinn)
There may be days that drag and experiences we wish we could rush past but few people have had enough living when the time comes to die. If living in the small moments allows us to suck the marrow from our lives, then we should do it more. I have an expression that serves as a reminder on days when I find it hard to embrace the small joys:
I want to be fully alive ‘til I am fully dead
If I’m very lucky I may have another 60 or 70 great years left (scientists reckon the human body can live to 120-150) and at 47 that does not sound long enough; I have places to go, people to meet (my grandkids and great-grandkids for a start), things to do. And while much of what I want are big joys, I know that my life will only be complete if filled with small joys. Today, I want to live in the cool breeze, the smell of burnt toast and the feel of my shoe rubbing against my foot. I want to live in the smallest moment for that is where I will access divine abundance.
I would love to hear about your small joy moments.