Once upon a time we worked at a lighthouse with a team of six people.
One evening Bob and I found ourselves alone in the keepers’ quarters.
Alone in the whole place and the whole lonely shoreline.
I was just reminded of that evening and of how tired we were from the day’s work.
But I was also reminded that I paid attention to the potential of a magic moment and pushed myself just enough to get down the stairs and out the door to the beach - yes, in my PJs. What a glorious memory.
How many times do I miss magical moments?
Maybe I’m too busy
Too tired
Maybe I don’t even notice the idea
Nor pause to consider the possibility
So now, today, I am reminding myself to watch for such magic.
To pause and consider the moment - and what could maybe happen.
To provide space to welcome magic moments.
You can read more about that PJ sunset here.
