Sometimes its the little things..........

Hullo ma wee blog,

Isn't it amazing sometimes what makes your day so much better? I mean REALLY makes your day better. I don't mean the earth shattering stuff either. Sometimes its the simplest, most accidental, innocuous even, tiniest wee thing that makes life worth living just to BE there, to have seen that, to have smelt that, to have heard that,it all adds up to having FELT that completely unexpected thing.

It can be as mundane as a smile from a stranger or it can be as utterly skillful as a someone demonstrating a craft. It can be spontaneous or part of a performance. It can be completely personal as a memory of family or completely anonymous. Something that instantly -'BANG' - the camera/recorder in your head suddenly, unexpectedly tunes into, and you know at that moment you will be able to recall that second many years from now. Maybe even as you die. Its breathtaking not in its importance but in its beauty, in its transience even. A perfect photograph left untaken. A perfect song not quite completed. Sometimes the memory will disappear to be triggered later by something - revisiting the site, a sound half heard in the distance or a moment recalled by someone else. In reality in future perhaps only meaningful to you. Completely unexplainable.

Today, a wee lass of three or four, pale skin, blond hair, a pink waterproof hooded coat, green striped tights and pink wellies runs along the top of a wall. Its chest height to her mother walking alongside pushing a child laden buggy and there are bits of moss and leaves on the top slab. The wee girl has paused, a second only, before plunging into the small branches of a bush or tree creeping across the wall from behind. Mum pauses and looks for the girl now gone from sight when suddenly a face appears, white skin and pink plastic, gold, copper and lime green leaves framing a grinning excited face, a motion from Mum and with an unheard 'Yah' she launches herself confidently out into the waiting arms of her mother.

All this seen from the car window as I passed by. Just another car on the road beside them. But leaving them behind with a huge grin and maybe an empathy for an forgotten childhood episode. Certain in the knowledge that she had made my day so much better for her just being there.


see you later........

listening to Mike Oldfield 'Ommadawn'