The Joy in the Journey

I have my lists on paper, and plans in my head. Today I stopped in my tracks when I couldn't remember what I rushing to go do.

Now some experts would say that what happened is just a fact of aging, that your short term memory is the first to go. I happen to disagree.

I think that as we grow older there are so many more choices and possibilities, and I think in our haste to experience and achieve, we miss all the things along the way that made the experience or achievement meaningful.

As I stood there trying to remember, a hawk swooped down for a try at dinner, the grass waved in the breeze, and I saw the most beautiful bright blue flower peeking up at me from the ground. In my moment of stillness I realized how many millions of really cool things we miss when we hurry.

I felt as if God had tapped me on the shoulder, and said "hey, slow down little one, you're missing my show."

It's a magnificent show, it plays everyday, and it is a must see.

Then I remembered where I was headed, and suddenly it wasn't worth rushing for, so I took it a little slower.

You can't remember the future, but you can remember the present.