Struggling in the mud trying to keep with my dogs who have navigated the rocky, muddy route with ease and are way ahead of me gives me pause to notice how an ordinary event can be infused with the extraordinary. Nothing like walking through sticky, slippery mud to make you notice every step…every flipping, precarious step…on a beach littered with dead fish.
Simultaneously cursing my decision to choose this path and stopping to catch my breath, I find myself noticing the many ordinary, yet extraordinary, events taking place around me. These include:
- An 8-foot sturgeon breaching the river…Amazing!
- Rocks littered with dead salmon, the end of a long journey from the river to the ocean and back again to spawn… Smelly and humbling.
- A feathered plant I had never noticed before…Delightful curiosity.
- My awesome new boots…Warm, comfy, dry.
- Mist settling on the river…Mysterious.
- Dogs that don’t listen at all running ahead of me with pure joy…Annoying and lovely.
- How much more nimble a dog with bad hips is over the rocks versus a woman in her 40s…Sad.
By being forced to pause and reflect, I had an opportunity to change my story from getting the dogs out for walk (to-do list item #5 checked) to one of appreciating events weaving to create a magical moment infused with gratitude, awe, humor and delight.
It’s a reminder to get stuck in the mud more often and see beyond the ordinary. I’m never disappointed when I chose to employ it, and it’s a perspective that always adds quality and value to the moment.
So, on the note of honing my skills, I’m going clothes shopping with my family today, and watch out, I’m bringing extraordinary (if your immediate reaction was pity for my family, you are not alone). Kind of curious what kind of extraordinary magic can go into a moment that involves convincing my youngest to try on pants, but I’m willing to go there.