All revolves around, springs from, one ingredient.
It puts magic within gaze, heart-leaps in our days, magic seasoning in secret sauces.
Best bites of life.
Appreciating timing’s role in success, joy, and all matters worthwhile …
Could it be judgment, judgment, judgment?
Luck, luck, luck?
Or look, look, look what happened.
Look and react.
Look and decide to speak, act. Or not.
Decide, decide, decide.
Real estate mantra: location, location, location.
I’ve learned this trumps all: timing, timing, timing.
Say what we want to say.
Or stay silent.
I’d rather know.
How bad could it be?
What we regret vis-à-vis don’t regret is rooted in what we didn’t say, didn’t write or didn’t react to when chance arrived.
Could we be happier silent? Not heard, our thoughts or wishes not expressed?
Who wants that life?
Risky, like turtles, sticking necks out. A little.
Minimal risk, but so many won’t try …
They should try.
More. More often.
Magic, is that moment.
We see it, feel it, know it.
Didn’t predict it, shouldn’t expect it. Cannot create it by wishing it.
Moment of magic isn’t for capturing. It’s marvelous. It’s lightning.
It’s witnessing/appreciating, just because it happened.
It isn’t location, judgment, look, luck or decision.
Just watching it happen, about appreciating beauty, and magic, in that moment.
Capture that lightning, not some lightning bug in a jar.
Close upmagic delights, amazes, because up close we think we see everything so well – we are mesmerized when we didn’t see it happen …
Timing isn’t everything.
It is the only thing.
P.S.: this column isn’t just about my romantic whimsical notions and a pretty gal. Sure, it can be. But if you are a parent – or more especially if you are a grandparent, you know what I mean – it is that magic in a child’s face when they’ve found joy in the simplest of things for the first time. Just as we all delight in finding magic ourselves, again, if only for that moment … we know it is possible to see it again.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 11C/51F, overcast (it’s drizzling now), cool breeze and empty streets – a repeat of yesterday’s route allowed Gusta to only sniff for changes because she’d so thoroughly sniffed it yesterday. I found my steps lighter, easier – breaking in my new hiking boots (not has heavy as I thought they would feel) in preparation for their next adventure …