Tonight, as I walked towards our home, I paused for a moment and looked at the way it stood, silhouetted against the clear, starry night sky. I took in the grand old shape of the building, a converted Victorian mansion built in the 1850s, and then looked to the left to see the dark outline of the tree-lined hill that dominates the skyline where we live. Above it, the Plough and the North Star, both of which are old, personal friends of mine (but that’s another story), were looking at me as I stood there, mesmerised by the beauty of it all.
It made me think of what must be the countless things I could list if I were to try to capture every moment of my life where I have been stopped, dead in my tracks, by the wonders we come across in our lives, in all forms, from the beauty of nature and the universe, the depth and complexity of the human spirit, the wonder that is life itself, the creativity and ingenuity that pours forth from the very gifted in the world, acts of compassion, heroism, love, etc. Surely the list must be endless? I don’t know, I just know that I am personally fortunate to experience a few of these wonders and I treasure them, I hold them and keep them with me for as long as my mind will be able to hold onto them.
Walking up the steps to our home, I smiled to myself as I thought of Gina, her smile and her bright eyes mesmerise me, they always have, from the first day I saw her in a Japanese language class when she was just 17 and I was a new student at the age of 18.
Tonight, as I walked through the front door and called out her name, she came around the corner of our hall and gave me that smile.
I stopped dead in my tracks again as my heart stopped for a moment. Some things never change. I’m glad. :)
What makes you, dear reader of this blog, stop dead in your tracks?
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