Precious moments

 

Often times at the dinner table, my son and I talk about our day and we like to share one thing that happened that marked us because of its beauty, preciousness or simply because it touched us in a nice way.

So here is what my son, nine years old, has been telling me over the past eight days. It is in no order of importance, and none is more precious than another, they were equally precious at the moment in which they happened.

I wanted to share them because they speak of simple beauty, something we often forget about as we move along our days.

The sunset and the gold colors of the clouds.

That I answered my friend’s email.

The hot chocolate with the cappuccino milk you made me.

The music of Chopin I heard. — Chopin’s Piano Concerto No.2, Rubinstein at the piano.

When I saw your face as I came out of school on the first day back at school.

The rainbow.

The scent of Jasmine at night that we placed in a glass in the kitchen.

The rain, especially during the afternoon downpour and the noise it made as it hit the windows’ panes with the wind.

When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms

When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms,
millions of years rush inside of me –
speeding planets,
flashes of blinding lights,
galaxies forming in twirls of dust,
and
a drop of water as atoms collide.

Time eternal
and gentle
emerging through seeds and flowers.

Fragrance –
the rush of life
exhaling from its depth,
beauty unabashed,
because it can.

When I smell the fragrance of the blossoms,
I am one with the very essence of life
because I can –
because it is.

Kenza.