It's easy to get caught up living life according to a checklist. Get up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Clean yourself up. Go to work. Go to lunch. Go back to work. Go home. Make dinner. Eat. Brush your teeth. Watch TV. Go to bed. Repeat. Repeat. Check. Check. Check.
Or to just fall into the routine of flowing from one thing you always do to another thing you always do. With no empty moments to allow something powerful.
That's the way my day started. I got up. Ate breakfast. Did some stuff on the computer. Got cleaned up. Went to the movie. Thing after thing. Average.
And then there was a moment. As we drove home and it was quiet. I looked ahead and saw a flock of birds flying directly in my line of sight. Eye level, right across the road a few feet ahead of us.
I'm not sure why they caught my eye. It's not like I don't see birds flying around all the time. But this moment grabbed me.
Maybe it was because they were smaller than most birds I see. In perfect formation. Flying with such power and purpose.
And I was struck by their magic. I watched their wings and wondered at the power and mechanics involved. Flight is an amazing thing. Something we see so often we forget how incredible it is.
They were just so beautiful in that moment. So magical. So wondrous. It was a pure moment. Like time slowed down. Kind of like the birds and I were all that existsed and the rest of the world faded away. It filled me with peace and awe and a sense of the divine.
Pure moments are everywhere. Like when I overheard a child thank someone today without being told to. Or heard another child trying to think through why the escalator wasn't running.
They are just tiny moments. If we are just moving from thing to thing we miss them. But they are the magic of life.