Sometimes, the biggest events are also the smallest ones. If this sounds confounding, that's because it is. You could put it another way: sometimes, big is just big, but sometimes, small is big, too! If that makes sense to you, then maybe we are on the level.
I'll give you a for instance: that first time I made butter. I'm certain I was too young to appreciate it, though in a bit of revisionist history I tell you I knew right away that it was important. But, that's just a story that's evolved the way it has because it's better to tell it that way.
People like to say "love at first sight", but how often does that actually happen? How many times do we think it's love at first sight, but actually, it was just you liking her and she thought you were too hairy and that you were actually a bit of a sleazeball? See what I mean?
Life, when it is going well, goes by too fast. When it is going poorly though, it goes too fast too! It is slippery, and uncontrollable. The greatest things are gone before you understood how great they were.
I walked out my door this morning with the dogs, determined to slow down, determined to notice things. I let the dogs smell anything they wanted to, and I let Warden pee as often as he liked. If something seemed really interesting to both of them, I got down on my knees and smelled it too. Why not? Dogs certainly have something to say about being in the moment. I've said, "I'll try anything once!" enthusiastically before, but I'm not sure I ever really meant it.
Well, I mean it this time.
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