I admit I love watching flash mobs. Some of them are lame, but sometimes they touch something in me that makes me want to run out and sing and dance to express the pure joy of existence. It’s the combination of music and/or dance, with the look of surprise on the faces of the observers that makes me think “That’s what it’s all about!”
I love being surprised by art and beauty when I least expect it. There is something about those expressions that take me out of myself for one brief moment, and recognize the magic that exists all around us.
There is nothing better than walking through a crafty little store and finding a little drawing with a quote or a snippet of poetry that speaks to your heart. If I could buy ever whimsical craft that calls to me, my house would an eclectic mix of inspiration and kitsch, but everyone walking in would find something to look at which makes them smile.
Music, song, poetry, dance, art, laughter, words, friendship . . . these are the things that fill life with the moments worth living.
It’s too easy at time, to lose those moments, and get swallowed up by the cares and worries that obscure the spontaneity and the beauty But when that happens, its even more crucial to take time to:
I need to remind myself of this more often, and focus on the wonderful moments that make life worthwhile. Either that or I need to start having spontaneous flash mobs or turn my life into a musical by singing and dancing through the day.