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I remember the enthusiasm in which we chose our plot of land to build a home many years ago. The greatest attraction was the fact that it was on a hill far away from the maddening crowd!
The city seemed so far away and the peace and quiet was so inviting and relaxing. The air seemed so pure, the sounds of birds comforting, and the breeze refreshing.
Years have passed since we built our home. We walk in and out of the door like machines, our minds filled with stress and all the pressures of daily life. We hardly have the time to even look through the window let alone step into the garden.
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It was only when I noticed our little daughter with her arms outstretched closing her eyes, letting the wind blow through her hair, with the most delightful smile — one of pure pleasure — the kind you only see on a child's face, that I realized how much I had been missing.
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It’s amazing how easily we get swamped by the artificial world that we so often forget the beauty of our natural surroundings. We have so little time to sit and watch the sunrise or sunset, to listen to the song of a bird, or even to just feel the breeze.
That morning as I joined my daughter – doing exactly what she did - I experienced complete freedom and sheer pleasure.
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The initial purpose of purchasing this land came back to mind. Many
times I have thought of just sitting and enjoying a quiet moment, but I
seem to always put it off to…“when things slow down at work” or “when I
find time next week.” But that day never seems to come!
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These little miracles – our children – often teach us much more than we
give them credit for. As Prophet Kahlil Gibran wrote, “Your children
are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life’s
longing for itself.”
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