Part one in a series: I am thankful for the small moments

Going through the challenges of the past 18 months has really changed the lens through which I view my life. If I was to describe my new outlook with a single word, it would be gratefulness. With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I have decided to feature a series of posts over the next week on some of the things I am most appreciative of (in no particular order). Starting off the list:

The small moments
I love those little things and moments that remind me that life is absolutely breathtaking and fun. Here are a few that come to mind for this year:

  • A donkey lives at a farm along one of my favorite running routes. It had been a while since I had seen him, but last week I finally made it far enough to reach his pasture. I have probably passed by him around a hundred times since he first showed up in the green field as a baby. I never stop hoping he is close to the fence when I reach that point on my run. He was far away this time, but that didn’t stop me from trying to lure him closer with bundles of grass and my own donkey calls. Though these measures didn’t work, I could still see his spiky mane and light muzzle in the distance and they made me smile.
  • The aspen trees were particularly gorgeous in Colorado this fall. One evening when visiting with some vacationing friends in Fairplay, I stole away from the house alone and strolled across the crunchy forest floor in a nearby grove. The setting sun shone through the semi-transparent golden leaves and made them glow. As I gazed up at their shapes against the blue sky, it reminded me of looking through the most beautifully illuminated stained glass. I leaned against one of the trees and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the leaves dancing on the branches and smelling the intoxicating aroma of the ones resting on the ground. At that moment, I was purely alive.

  • Last February Doug and I sat in the second row at the Wailin Jenny’s concert– one of our favorite bands. The harmonies gave me goosebumps and the sound of the violin put a lump in my throat. I held Doug’s hand, rested my head on his shoulder and was pretty sure there was no better place on earth to be at that moment than right there.

Little things like this are hiding in each and every day, just waiting to be noticed. Not only am I thankful for the small moments themselves, but also for my ability to see them. I know my life was full of such moments before, they just shine so much more vividly now.

Check in tomorrow for the next post in the series on the things I am thankful for.

3 thoughts on “Part one in a series: I am thankful for the small moments

  1. Hey Heidi

    It’s me Eileen from the support group…I really like your site!

    Can you email me? I want to hive you my phone number so we can talk.

    I admire you & your blogs have helped me alot.


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