Meaningful Little Things

I made a point of going to see the Japanese cherry trees at High Park this year. The Cherries only bloom for a few unpredictable days a year, and then their delicate beauty vanishes.
I was afraid of missing the moment, the one chance you get once a year to see this gift of nature. So on a Tuesday afternoon, disregarding the work load, I rushed to the park with some friends.

In a gentle slope the trees were at full bloom.Each branch densely covered with pale pink-stained white flowers, fresh green in the surroundings and in the background, the Grenadier Pond with reflections of spring painting its waters with hues of green and terracotta.

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While observing this beauty, and how for one moment everything was left behind just because we knew it was our only chance, I thought: If we could only live with such sense urgency!,If we could take every moment and live it as if it was the only chance.
I thought of how many opportunities, moments, we loose in life.How many scape us, because we are afraid to act or we are too late or even worse because they are too little for us to give them space.

But when I saw the cherries, the little things became meaningful. Simplicity, design, time, life, death, the fragile….they all regained meaning. I stopped, slow down. I could think and feel intensely again and while in there have a peaceful sense of completeness