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What do you see?


In a Peanuts cartoon Lucy, Linus, and Charlie Brown are resting on the lawn one afternoon looking at the clouds.  Lucy speaks:

“Aren't the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton. I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by.  If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations. What do you think you see, Linus?"
"Well, those clouds up there look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean... that cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor...and that group of clouds over there gives me the impression of the stoning of Stephen...I can see the apostle Paul standing there to one side."
"Uh huh. That's very good. What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?"
"Well, I was going to say I saw a ducky and a horsy, but I changed my mind!” 

I’m with Charlie Brown today.  I’m looking for the simple things in life.  Most of everything we deal with is complicated with all sorts of burdensome mish mash, nonsense, selfishness, fear, and tunnel vision.

Today, I want to walk freedom’s path.  I want to feel things; good things.  I want to see the plain, elemental, gorgeous beauty of this fantastic world we inhabit.  I want to kiss someone today.  I’m talking about a real kiss where the ground moves.  I want to give some hugs.  I want to see a baby’s smile and hear great music.  I want to enjoy a juicy hamburger and fries and top it off with a cold Coke or an icy beer.  I want to stand for a minute and look at the sky and get lost for just a moment in the bigness of life.  I want to stop for a few seconds and study a flower and absorb its majesty.  I want to laugh today, laugh hard and long until I cry.  I want to take off and run a quick sprint up a hillside of new grass.  I want to be exhilarated.  I want to be stunned by the grandeur of all the little surprises I miss most days.

I’m forgetting all the complexities of life today.  I’m looking for the simple pleasures of life’s sweet, mouthwatering goodness.

© 2013 Timothy Moody  

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