Hearty Moments

Forget not to cherish that which is simply valuable, that which breathes winds of organic beauty into our weary lungs. What if we slowed, our breathing fell softer, and we noticed the extended hand of a friendly place. What if we entered into the posture of joy, filled our minds with the beauty resting quietly for our notice? It begins with a smile when no one is there to witness it, a choice to experience the insignificant with all pleasure in our hearts and a firm stance against the guilt. No one will enjoy your moments for you.

This reminds me of a few gentle characters I witnessed last week, how they brought me joy.
...a little Hispanic baby girl with smoldering black eyes and side swept charcoal fluff across her face..we made eyes for a while and I finally got a little smile out of her as I waited my turn in the checkout line. That sweet little bundle wasn't so little after all. One smile flashed a mouth full of little white chiclets to my complete unhindered shock. It made me laugh out loud with so much startle.
... A gentle weathered man with wrinkles and a head of gray, tall and experienced strides glided across the parking lot, wrapped in fishermans cover alls, wide and worn, and hanging steadily from his faithful suspenders. I am sure his name must have been Moses Jones. It seemed to fit him.
All the beautiful woman seasoned in age standing humbly before a God who has imparted much wisdom into their rich journeys. They hold their beaten frames gracefully, smart, and still looking darn lovely in a two peice buisness suit and  some bright pink lips. I am a fan of those shades of pink worn only by such mature souls...