Just two days ago I was walking on the soft white Florida sand as the sun set over the Gulf of Mexico while my beautiful daughter leaned her head on my shoulder. It was calm. It was peaceful. It was all a mother could hope for. It was just a simple pleasure really – the moment didn’t cost a dime – and yet the moment was priceless.
Sometimes life’s enjoyments and treasures are not those that we send for from a magazine or that we bid for on line at the very last minute. They are not the sparkling rings and shiny necklaces, expensive hotels or fast sporty cars. There are things all around us that are more precious than any thing that money could ever buy. Don’t get me wrong – I love a good hunk of change as much as the next girl – but there are moments happening all around us that can and should bring us joy and internal satisfaction and we never have to swipe that debit card or flash that hard earned cash.
My little trip to Florida found me sitting alone on a bench looking at the perfect palm tree bend softly in the breeze that the ocean so effortlessly sent my way. The rays of the mid morning sun played games with the palms and the patterns that shone through warmed my skin and a smile I could not contain took over my face. From the corner of my mind I recalled child hood memories of summers in the sun on the Jersey shore. I thought of the surfing and the palm trees in Cocoa Beach and the way I felt every time I paddled into the crashing waves. My wandering mind brought me closer to some sort of meditative peace that no person could steal from me. That moment was not for sale but it was worth so much to me to recall the perfect memories of childhood and the lucky life I was lucky enough to have. I watched as a little boy came running from his grandfather’s side and jumped with the joy only a 7 year old could own while he watched as a fountain spewed crystal clear water into different patterns in the sky. This little guy hopped and jumped and laughed and ran in circles and waved his arms as he skipped through the cooling water. He stopped for a moment and cupped his little brown hands over his mouth – which could not begin to mask his smile – and looked at his grandpa as if he had just been given the world. His innocence and pure joy reminded me of all the pleasure there is to find in this crazy built up world in the simplest places and times – with no receipt to sign.
Getting away from your everyday cycle and patterns is a necessity I think. Every once in a while we need to just turn off the TV and walk away from the computer to take inventory of our lives. I know we don’t really want to step into that deep dark uncharted terrain – but if we don’t – who will?? And when we take that step back and away from the obvious and all the stuff that clutters our rooms, our lives, and our minds – we get the chance to appreciate the simple things – the real stuff that is all around us and inside of us and is quietly screaming to be noticed.
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About K. Guzman
Kathy grew up all over the US - lots of east coast time. She is a surfer girl with an unabridged curiosity. A woman whose mid life awakening continues to bring her to the place she was meant to be. Her degree in Journalism/Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida is being yanked from the archives and put to good use. Her two kids are grown and rock stars in this wild world – her Harley is ready for some serious summer miles – and her heart remains open to life, women and the possibilities each day brings.