Anyhow, as I looked at the guy surfing, the birds flying
around and the snow covered sandy beach, I couldn’t help but acknowledge the
irony. I mentioned to Vinny how bizarre that was to me and how one would never
think about the possibility of throwing snowballs at the ocean, just seems so
backwards. How many times in life does one experience that? Well, I for one now have. LOL
For my intention, I sunk my hands into the bitterly cold
snow, packed a firm snowball and threw it in the ocean. I did it a couple of
times and found myself just giggling away. After I was done and we were strolling
along the beach, I found myself thinking how blessed I am to have discovered
that by living with intention even if just for a moment out of my day, I am
experiencing little things that I’m sure I never would have.
I don’t ever remember having any sort of snowball fight as
young kids between Heather and I. I’m sure we both partook in snowball fights
with others but I do not recall ever throwing one at her or her at me. We never
would have done anything to each other that could have resulted in the other
one possibly being hurt. But I will say, it would have been amazing to have her
by my side this morning pelting snowballs into the ocean and giggling away.
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