I throw the last scraps of my sandwich to a sparrow, and two more appear from behind a bush. They chirp and aim their open beaks toward their mother. She feeds them crumbs from my sandwich one at a time. Then, that impossible smile comes onto my face. The grass suddenly looks greener, the sparrows become real. I can feel the stone under my hands and the sun on my back. My senses tingle all at once. Sometimes the birds set me off, sometimes The Beatles, and other times memories alone. I feel completely present in the moment, and I wonder to myself, “Life is so infinitely mysterious and beautiful. I awe at the vastness of what lays before me. How is it we ever get caught up in the little things when vestiges of eternity greet every gaze. What if we were purposeful with our eyes, with our ears; listening and looking with deep curiosity and a silent mind? What if we were purposeful with our hands; taking only actions that stem from our hearts? What shape might our lives take, and what world would unfold before us if that were our promise?” I bow my head to the sparrows and turn renewed to my day. I can feel the earth under me as I take my steps, and the air in me as I take my breaths. I look out and see that the horizon believes in me, as I do in it.
Ever look out a beautiful view, or into the eyes of a baby and fall into a state of awe at how impossibly beautiful this world is?