Stop and Smell
Last year at this time, Ray and I started our cross-country bike trip. When we left the lilacs were blooming and we followed them from Washington state well into Montana, where they were flowering weeks later. If there are places where lilacs don’t grow as a herald of summer, I’m sure they have something just as beautiful, but if I lived there I would miss them terribly.
Lately I have been rushing around, trying to cram as much into each day as possible, planning each hour long before it has begun. So I appreciate the opportunity to pause and the reminder to do this by the pervasive aroma of lilacs which are in bloom everywhere around here. Not only to pause, but to notice something that marks such a fleeting moment in time (from budding, to blossoms to brown and past), to be in the moment, a place that I find myself much too rarely. As I pause to absorb the color and the scent, I am reminded of all the beauty and wonder that is around me.