Feasting My Eyes

How often do I walk through my day and not notice the beauty around me? My daughter tells me that I taught her to relish the moment, delight in the little details, and notice, notice, notice. These are all things I do. And I want to do them even more.

I’m sitting on my side porch, watching my son and his friends set up their Slip N Slide. It’s a beautiful, warm summer day – the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the extra breeze is coming from my beloved ceiling fan. So much to appreciate. So much to enjoy.

I’ve just eaten a peach. The kind that is so juicy you have to hold a napkin under your chin and still the juice gets all over everything. And it’s worth it. It’s summer and there’s fresh peaches and blueberries and heirloom tomatoes for my lunch. There’s corn – can you tell I like summer produce? – and long days and sunshine.

There’s so much to feast my eyes on – to feast all my senses on. The leaves of the trees are so green. The laughter of my son and his friends is so contagious. The leftover taste of peach in my mouth is a delight. The breeze on my skin is a caress.

Today I am feasting my eyes – on the flowers and the trees and the beauty that surrounds me. I’m calling it out and noticing, noticing, noticing. Right in this moment I’m taking less for granted and allowing more to bring a smile to my face, and my heart, and my soul.

I’m feasting and relishing and appreciating. And giving tons of thanks.