You know, it never ceases to amaze me when you get to have these little “epiphany” type moments at the most random times. Really, it’s just incredible that we get to grow and progress enough from time to time so that we can really see the purpose or value in a moment.
My moment, just the other day, was completely unexpected- as they often say the best ones are. I was reading Michelle’s blog and this post. To most, it would seem like any other post. We had a storm, a power outage, a run, etc. What’s extraordinary about that, right? Admittedly, while I always enjoy Michelle’s posts (really, her ability to find just the right mix of enthusiasm and laid-back is incredibly admirable), I thought the same. It’s good to hear the perspective of a storm and outage like that from someone who’s in it, rather than the news but that’s it.
Until I read this part:
Today as I was walking the dog, I took a good look at our trees and decided that I had underestimated their height. I’d say they range from 75 to 125 feet. I also counted - three in the front garden, ten in the backyard. Of these, there are probably eight that I cannot fit my arms around. The middle one in the front is a skinny, woodpecker drilled thing that is mostly dead. Eric and a neighbor have grand plans to take it down on their own. It’s probably an okay plan because it is one of the shorter ones. I guess we’ll find out next summer.
This is where my “moment” occurred. Big, almost dead tree removal? Epiphany? Wait… what?
Yeah, I know. But stay with me, it all sort of flooded into my head. I pictured the trees in my mind. I pictured this “almost dead” tree in a front yard, in front of a house. I pictured the front windows, a driveway, the street in front of the house. I pictured the family that runs (ha, pun sort of intended) in and out of that house every day. I pictured the hustle and the rushing around, and the quiet moments, too. Not necessarily of Michelle’s family, but just of a family. Lives running in and out of the house, past the old, almost dead tree. And then, when she says “Eric and a neighbor have grand plans to take it down on their own. It’s probably an okay plan because it’s one of the shorter ones. I guess we’ll find out next summer.” Just like that, so easy.
“I guess we’ll find out next summer.”
And that’s where it happened, and something clicked in my brain. There’s a feeling there, something I can’t quite point out. I can’t explain it. But, at the same time, I want it. I want that part of life where you have a big huge tree in the yard that has to come down and it has to happen next summer and somehow you’re just “eh, it’ll happen… whatever, no big deal.” Because now, in my current state of mind, I would be something more along the lines of “tree? Old? Dead? Has to come down? When? How? You? You’re going to remove it? Isn’t that dangerous? Won’t it be difficult? And when is there time for it? And what and how and when and you, mere mortal man and tree, huge ten-ton tree? HOW?!” Relaxed, don’t you think?
Wanna know what I think? I think I’m a little nuts. I think my brain has to slow the heck down for five seconds and take some time to realize I don’t have to figure out the entire world of tree removal (or anything else that’s going on in my little reality) RIGHTTHISVERYSECOND, ORELSE!! Because that feeling of nonchalant, no worries, comfortable right where you are, dealing with life as it comes to you sounds a whole lot better. And, the best part is, I’m totally capable of that. A little more so every day.