Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A quiet moment of beauty. And a woman of wonder.

Oh, dear Wonder Woman, you are a creature of beauty.  And you fight for justice, truth and innocence.  You are busy fighting the evil of the world, but I also suspect that you enjoy a moment or two of quiet.  And in your crime fighting life, I suspect those moments are few and far between.

Kind of like the life of a mother.

We spend our days breaking up fights (at least I do, with three boys!), keeping our innocent out of imminent danger (from jumping off the top of the stairs down to the tile below), making our world a better place (cooking, cleaning, laundry).  But how often do we take a moment, pause our non-stop trains of thought and endless to-do lists, and just stand and absorb what is around us?

We've had a rough winter in the northeast.  Endless snow storms, snow days, ice, wind and cold.  And last night, another storm warning, on this 3rd day of spring.  For up to 8 inches of snow. 

Great, I thought. Another snow day with 3 boys at home destroying the house and making far too much noise.  There goes my list of things that I had to get done today.

Sure enough, when I got up just before 6 to take the dog out, there was the message - one boy has school canceled, the other two have a delayed opening.  Big sigh.

Then I walked outside with my puppy.  Into a wonderland of soft snow, silence, gently falling flakes and perfectly laden branches full of beauty.

It took my breath away.

It was one of the most beautiful sights of the entire winter.  The peace told me to take it easy.  Appreciate this wonder that is nature.  Look up in the night sky and feel the snowflakes falling on your eyelashes.

Forget the to do lists and challenges that this day will bring.  At least for this moment.  And breathe in the scent of freshly fallen snow.

Do that - and then you really are a Woman of Wonder.


  1. U seem to have a unique way of bringing even the most hectic day to a stand still, for just a moment to enjoy our surroundings. Thanks

  2. What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare?-
    No time to stand beneath the boughs,
    And stare as long as sheep and cows:
    No time to see, when woods we pass,
    Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
    No time to see, in broad daylight,
    Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
    No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
    And watch her feet, how they can dance:
    No time to wait till her mouth can
    Enrich that smile her eyes began?
    A poor life this if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare.

    Now you know why this is Mum's favourite poem.

    W H Davies