I like this photograph. I took it in Canada this summer and the first few times I looked at it, I was on the verge of hitting the delete button. Fuzzy! Out of focus, there is nothing to see, I thought. Then one day it popped up on my computer and I saw it with a different eye. Suddenly the crisp and clear flowers from the background appeared out of nowhere, like those hidden image posters. On first glance everything is just a blur, but upon closer inspection, an image appears, something unexpected and beautiful and just under the surface. When I’m in a hurry I often miss what’s really there. The good stuff. I’m moving too fast through life to really notice what’s right in front of me. It’s time to slow down. Time to stop and smell the roses. There are roses out there and I am missing them! Boo!
I went to a rose garden this summer. It was an amazing sight to be surrounded by blossoms of every color, vibrant with life. But the best part was at the end, when we just sat on a bench and and breathed. Filled our senses. Slowed down. No pictures, no walking, just being and feeling and sensing all the beauty around us. It was a memorable moment. When is the last time you stopped to smell the roses?