When I was a little girl I would lie on the grass, surrounded by cornfields and look at the sky. I would notice the shapes of the clouds and the blue canvas they decorated...and I would just think. I remember the quietness of it.
Today was a throwback to those times. Days like this won't get me on any Fortune 500 list. I'm not likely to be MVP of anything.
But...my 3 year old thinks I am very, very cool.
We had a Kung Fu battle. We kissed little chickens. We played football. We looked at pictures.
I read. I stared. I noticed lizards and birds and flowers and colors and architecture. I thought about smart things people have said and brave things people have done.
I like thinking. In fact...I think that when I return to the land of "doing"...if I decide to...my "doing" will be better because I thought.
I feel sure there is more I could write about this...but I don't think I'll enjoy this glorious breeze as much if my eyes are open.