Just Musing And Breathing And Being

There is beauty in familiarity, wonder in routine, awe in the ordinary.  I take many a life lesson from the dog.  Today we moved along familiar streets, on our routine walk, doing ordinary daily things.  Yet, there is always something different to be found, and Brou will invariably find it, like the new grey kitty who crossed our path, and the mouth-watering aroma of pizza dough baking and sauce cooking from Police Station Pizza because we just happened to be lucky enough to be walking by just then, and the crispy croush crish sound from the carpet of fallen, drying leaves as we bounded and shuffled through them, and the muted and quickly fading warmth of the Indian Summer sun.  Little miracles, these moments I so treasure. 
How do I go about sharing these sensations of joy and contentment with my fellow harried, Earth-bound travelers?  Who will take time from their tumultouous, hectic day to wrench themselves from their reality and plunge themselves into mine?
All these seemingly insignificant events are monumental in my eyes, because of the setting they are in, because of the familiarity of the surroundings.  I see my world in a whole new light every day because every day the light is different.  I take in as much as my senses can process and hope to capture enough of it to jot down some descriptive words in the off chance I can find eyes as wide open as my own to read the words.  I hope for someone else to care as deeply as I do about the scritcha-clatta-squeaka-reeak of the train passing by below me.  I want someone else to share this childish giggle of delight when the swing is pushed for them.  I wish for someone to notice the deepening slant of late October sunrays through the stand of oaks and maples in the park on a Thursday afternoon at 5.
These things are important-they hold meaning and not just for me.  Life passes by without much time for reflection and observation, until far too many memories are eaten away by time.  I don't want to just remember the milestones-I want to remember the individual mile markers, and the reflectors, and the guardrails, and the road, and the grass, and the trees, and the passing cars as well.  It all matters.  There would be absolutely no point in putting all this before me if I wasn't meant to hold onto as much of it as possible in my memory.  I would not be so inspired to write it all down if no one was ever meant to read it and to understand why it was written.
So here it is-a link to the world around me and around all of you.  This is why we live, why we are.  We are meant to experience, to observe, to learn, to stand in thunderstruck awe and let our mouths hang agape and drink in all the details. 
And if you really want to understand this completely, get a dog.  Make sure he loves to walk a great deal (most do).  Take him to a place he can roam freely a bit, and watch what he does.  Go back to this place many, many times, and just watch for a while.  It will be a whole new journey for the dog, and for you, every time.  Watch the pure light of joy the dog exudes, and you will feel the same.  You'll find you'll want to hang on to every detail of every day, because every day the details are different.  And you will find that life will slow a bit, just a bit, and give you some time to just...be.
Then write about it and post it, and I promise you, I will read it, because I get it, and I know how important these moments of your life are.

Beauty in familiarity.
Wonder in routine.
Awe in the ordinary.

Your faithful correspondent,
Tanya