First Time Awe…

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Our office is Full of New Potential Associates at our Law Firm.  They stand at the window in our Reception area and excitedly speak of the views.  The Calgary Tower looms directly in front.  The Views truly are remarkable.  When I was here for my first interview, the boardroom faced the same view.  I remember it was hard to focus with so much beauty awaiting my eyes out the window.  Now I Breeze By.  Now and Again, there’s a Quick Glance.  It’s more now to check the weather for my walk home.  It kinda makes me sad How Quick things Become Old News.

So how do we Stay Enthralled?  How do we not Grow Calloused to Beauty?  Why do we always need new?  In what we View?  In our Careers?  In our Relationships?

Is it not to take a Moment and Let it Be New Again?  Where we can take off the Grey Glasses of Accustom and put on the new shiny Glasses of Appreciation.  Where we stop and even revel in the memory of the First Moment we saw it.  Our First Day at our Dream Job.  The moment we saw the One we Love.

Take a Moment and Savour the Old.  Make it New Again.  Your Happy Heart will Thank You.

Cheers!

The Sound of Silence

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Snow acts like a Great Insulator.  I’m No Scientist but it seems to Absorb Sound.  When I opened my front door to walk to work there was a Blanket of It over the City.  My Walk to Work seemed Muted.  Serene compared to the Hustle of a Clear Day.  Maybe a lot of people took a Snow Day.  I Don’t Know.  But I enjoyed the Hush.  I could Hear the Little Rivers Meandering down into the Grates of the Already Melting Snow. The Squishing of my Boots in the Slush.  My heart felt as Light as the Little Snowflakes dotting my hair.

Some days the Gift of Being Alive is Extra Real.

It was not lost on me that as I entered Bankers Hall where I take the elevator up to the 35th floor for work, Simon & Garfunkel are singing their Famous Song…

The Sound of Silence.

In Restless Dreams I walked Alone. Narrow streets of Cobblestone.  Neath the halo of the street lamp.  I turned my collar to the cold and damp….

I Sometimes Marvel at the Little Things in Life that Coincide.  One can look at Life as Everything just being Meaningless, or Everything Having a Meaning.

Today, although not a deep spiritual meaning, I smiled that the song that Welcomed me to my Work, was in keeping with my musings as I banged the snow off my boots in the atrium.

Life…!  You’re Cute Sometimes.

xoxo