I Believe In Miracles--Even The "Small" Ones

I have been living in my new place for about six and a half months.  If you want to know more about my move, you can read my posts on other groups.

 

The place where I live just hasn't ever felt like "home".  I'm trying to change my attitude about my new place, but it's been difficult.  Over the weekend, I decided that in order for this place to feel like home, I needed to make it feel like home, so I went to Target looking for some wall art of some kind.  My walls are a flat (boring) white, and I wanted to add some color, but not color just for color's sake, I wanted it to be colorful and meaningful.

Anyway, while at Target, I must have gone through every piece of wall-type art I could find, and I finally found one.  It's square-shaped with a small mirror in the middle of & I placed it in the hallway that leads to my front door.  The plaque I found contained the words:  Enjoy the little things...you may look back and realize they were big things.  I read those words and I KNEW it was the plaque for me.  Funny thing is, I could only find one, so I HAD to have it.

It's just amazing to me where you can find inspiration, and that day it was located at my local Target!

These words don't just make for a beautiful piece of wall art, they also make for a beautiful piece of wisdom.  I know--from personal experience--that it IS the small things that comprise our daily lives, and, though we may overlook them most of the time, they are the stuff of life, and they are things we remember most when our lives undergo turmoil, as I have found. These "small" things are what our hearts just instinctively latch onto, and which we carry around with us to help us remember that every day, every second is precious.  So we have to do our best to live in the moment, and appreciate the small miracles while they are ours to experience, because sadly, once they're gone, they're usually gone forever.

It's like the lyrics to the song, Wasted, by L.P.:

It seems empty,
I don't know what you expect,
If you don't give,
You're never going to get,
Forever is half a moment away,
You don't get, back what you thew away.
Everything is waiting here.

MisterC MisterC
46-50, M
4 Responses Mar 8, 2010

Sandy,<br />
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Thank you for your concern & your friendship, as always, and--of course--I didn't mean to make you cry. I think I cried enough for the both of us as I wrote that post. Sometimes, though, tears NEED to be shed, if only so we can release the hurt that builds up inside us, especially for folks like you & me.<br />
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Yesterday was also one of my "bad days", and I was feeling particularly emotional (no, it wasn't THAT time of month! ;-), but we have to allow ourselves "down time" every once in a while. I know you already know this, but we just have to make sure that it's the exception in our lives, not the rule. It's so easy for us to hold on to hurt, if we're not vigilant about it.<br />
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My tears have dried now, and I hope yours have, too. If/when you're in the sharing mood, and you need to get something off your chest, you're always welcome to borrow my shoulder. (Geez, that sounds like we're building a Frankenstein monster! :-)<br />
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Feel better & keep smiling, my friend. We may not always believe it, but we'll be OK, and we're not as alone as we sometimes think we are!<br />
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Peace & Love & SMILES to you always,<br />
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Clarence :-)

Ok Clarence, now you made me cry. Oh, it's not your fault. I'm just having a bad day in the forest I can't see my way out of right now. It's not fair & it's not right. I'm really sorry you're hurting too.

It's that old "can't-see-the-forest-for-the-trees" syndrome again! :-)<br />
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I think we all get a touch of that now & then. It's easy to get caught up in the big picture (i.e., "what am I going to do with my life???") so that you let the "little" things (i.e., the sweet smell of a honeysuckle, the beauty in the blooming of a morning glory, or the breath-taking panoply of colors in a rainbow that has broken through the storm clouds). These are things our eyes can miss, but which our hearts never forget.<br />
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Speaking for myself, what hurts most about being alone in the world again is opening the front door & having no one (but my faithful beagles) to greet me, and knowing that it's going to be the same way tomorrow. I remember when I had a somebody to love that when we got home from work, we'd sit on the sofa while dinner was cooking and watch the shows we TIVO'd from the night before. It wasn't a wild & crazy life, as you can imagine, but it was MY life...and now, it's just too quiet, and it hurts so much sometimes thinking that I let it all get away from me, because I didn't know how sick I was, and because I just kept my eyes closed to it until they were forced open by my new reality.<br />
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One more of the things I really miss is how, at the end of every phone call we made to each other, one or the other of us would ALWAYS say, "I love you" before we hung up, and the other would always say, "I love you, too." <br />
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Now, I don't have someone to love, or who loves me back. <br />
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I know now--probably a little too late--that love isn't a small thing...it's everything.

I love shopping at Tar-jay. At least when I'm in the mood to shop .... lol. Little miracles. Maybe that's my problem. I've been too busy waiting for that big miracle. Maybe I missed the smaller ones that passed my way.<br />
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Great post Clarence!