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The Personal Experiment

Creating Special Moments

Posted by sibbia on July 8, 2007

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Far too often we get caught up in the busy hustle of our daily lives. We lose our sense of peace and fall prey to worry and doubt, failing to acknowledge and enjoy the numerous opportunities for closeness, relaxation and the beauty of life. We are not the only victims when this happens, those around us are too. Friends, family, loved ones… and especially children, who are too young to understand what is happening. We are teaching the young (our children especially) around us how life is supposed to be lived. This is a lesson learned by observation, and class is always in session, whether we care to be teaching or not. We never know what may be remembered about us, what legacy we may leave to those close to us. So take a moment to relax and simply enjoy being.

The author below did just that. I hope you enjoy her story. As for me? I think I’ll make pancakes.

Rainy Days and Sundaes
by Lisa Machi

My parents gave me a wonderful gift a few years ago, a comfy wicker sofa, with big blue overstuffed cushions. It was with that first piece of outdoor furniture that I anointed my back porch. It is a lovely covered porch with steps leading down to a back yard filled with Redbuds and Rhododendron. It overlooks a lush green acre situated behind the red brick house my husband, son and I call home. This gift was special in that it created a sacred space for me to receive inspiration, and find a deep sense of peace. While it didn’t change my life, it did change my outlook on rainy days.

Art is my great passion. I believe in seeing our lives as works of art. Indeed, your life should be your magnum opus, the creative expression of the divinity within you. We should never give up an opportunity to turn whatever beautiful element we encounter in our daily lives into a colorful page in the book of our life. I had the opportunity to make one of those magical moments recently by simply giving my love and awareness to my son and the smell of the rain.

The smell of rain is something that I’ve always loved, even as a child. That scent is somehow more than just something we smell. We feel it as well. It is visceral, and it certainly has an effect on our brain chemistry. The minute you step outside on a rainy day and inhale deeply, letting that scent fill you up, you will experience that peaceful quality it brings with it.

I sit curled up one spring evening in my soft, fleece PJ’s, with a cup of tea and a cozy blanket, watching the rain. I call my son out to join me. Being seven, he was, not surprisingly, less enchanted by the lulling drops of rain and the pure clean smell of the air.

“What is it?” he asks with a sigh and only the slightest hint of annoyance.

“Come and sit with me”. I called him over. He joined me although he was obviously anxious to get back to his game he had been playing, until Mom interrupted him with her ‘love of nature’. But, being the tolerant child he is, he indulged me. He joined me curled up under the thick blanket on the wicker couch, snuggling up by my side.

“Just watch the rain with me for a minute. And, smell the air. Doesn’t it smell good when it rains?”

“Yeah. I guess so.” was his response.

He’s a sweet boy, and he loves his Mom. Loves spending time with me whether it’s playing a board game, splashing in the ocean, trudging through an art museum, or curled up under a blanket watching the rain. I gently stroked his hair for a minute, noticing how it looks like mine did when I was his age, dark honey. I kissed his cheek and told him he could go back to what he was doing. He gave me a hug and a smile and bounded back inside.

I don’t know why we remember the things we do. Why some memories are forever and others fade away. Maybe sitting curled up under a blanket on a rainy day with Mom will be one of those memories he takes with him into adulthood. Maybe he will even hold it up tenderly for perusal after I’m gone. Or, maybe it will slowly fade from memory, only to be one more little butterfly fluttering past his mind’s eye one day as he walks to his car on a rainy day.

Even simple everyday occurrences can be infused with love when we are mindful of them. With our conscious attention they can become something sacred and beautiful. I feel a great sense of gratitude for my life, my child, my home, and for the sense of peace I have had bestowed upon me by just a few quiet minutes spent listening to the rain, smelling it, feeling it, sharing it. I want to take the peacefulness and gratitude that I feel in this moment and share it with the whole world.

I think I’ll go inside now, so we can make sundaes.

Lisa Machi is a proud wife, mother, artist and writer with degrees in psychology and sociology. She is an active volunteer and enjoys studying comparative religion, with a special emphasis on Buddhist and Taoist texts. She is currently at work on her first novel. Go Lisa!

If you are interested in being featured as a guest author, please contact me at sistersibbia@hotmail.com.

The Becoming a Divine Vessel series continues Monday or Tuesday. Namaste!

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2 Responses to “Creating Special Moments”

  1. mike said

    My doctor just told me today that I have malignant
    cancer that’s spread so far that I can’t beat it.
    That’s what caused my ulcers that have been giving me
    so much discomfort lately. I’m supposed to die within
    2 years at most. My digestive system, lymph nodes and
    liver are all overtaken and only chemotherapy has any
    chance of stopping this. My doctor said it couldn’t
    be stopped and it’s very likely that I won’t even live
    1.5 years, but I’m strong. Whatever strength I don’t
    loose in 6 months of chemotherapy, may be able to beat
    the remainders of the cancer out. Others have beaten
    this kind of situation and I’m the most likely to be
    able to beat it, but I must be prepared for a long,
    painful fight.

    In Solidarity,
    Mike

  2. sibbia said

    I’m sorry to hear of your plight and will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. Prove the doctor’s wrong!

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