Missing the Wave

Scrupulous. Intentional. Breathing in moments.

That’s how I envisioned last week would be. Daily life landed me far from the mark, and I missed some moments. One moment in particular hurt my heart a little bit, but sometimes that’s what it takes to snag my attention.

I was working in the yard moving plants as my daughter walked out of the house toward her Jeep. I walk up alongside her, give her a hug, and as she backs out, I stroll over to the pathway of stepping stones in the middle of the yard and wait for her to drive by. Except that day, I had a shovel in my hand and was moving one more plant.

This is something new we began doing this year, and it’s become ritual.

Normally, I stand on the path, wait for her to drive by and give her this wave filled with exuberance, like Miss America after drinking way too much coffee. She waves too, but that day when she drove by, I was in the side yard, so I missed the wave. It’s difficult to know how important something is until it’s missed.

A few days later she was leaving the house and we stepped through our leaving ritual. I suggested when she reached the end of the driveway to turn in the opposite direction and drive by the house one lot over that had been beautifully repainted. She sat there a moment and said, “But if I go that way, I’ll miss the wave.”

I smiled and on que began walking toward the middle of the yard to the path. This time, there was no missing the wave.


There once was a guy who named his dog, ‘Stay.’ When he called him to come the poor dog heard, “Come here, Stay.”

Just Two Minutes

That’s what we would say to a colleague. I need just two minutes of your time. Of course, there was no timer set, so it turned into a 30 minute brain storming session.

Like my Blogger friend, Still a Dreamer, today’s circumstances are not really affecting me. I’ve worked from home the past 10 years, so yes…make it mandatory that I stay home. I’ll just read and write!

woman sitting while reading a book
Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com. Self Isolation. 

There are many that their world has turned upside down. I don’t have a house full of kids, or a husband home. (God be with you)

This morning I offered to make my daughter a cup of tea. She asked that I set the timer for two minutes and periodically steep the tea bag inside the cup.

I had to stand still for this and chose to gaze out the window. A male and female Cardinal were digging through the leaves looking for seed. I made a mental note to put some more out in the yard for them.

In a blink, the timer rang and two minutes had passed. Instead of looking at the whole day ahead, which can be overwhelming, break it down into a few minutes.

Set a timer and make yourself a cup of tea. Stand still, taking in your surroundings, and soak up those minutes. Breathe and make an announcement, I just need two minutes.

Repeat as often as needed.