It’s amazing what goes unnoticed each day as we choose to see life.  Some people say the best way is to see through the innocent eyes of a child, or the experienced ones in an old soul, but truly the best way is to drop our defenses,  judgments and agenda’s and just open our own.

Instagram recently took over social media, allowing us to post photos of life that change, challenge and intrigue us in sepia and blurred focus.  I find it ironic how we rush to make these new memories appear rustic and old, while walking past the real ones on a daily basis.  I guess we’re so busy looking at life, that we don’t realize it is developing around us in the blink of an eye.

Before my mother passed away, she commented how she had seen the invention of the ball point pen, used carbon and liquid paper and a delete key on both  computer and camera. She found it amazing how we could correct both mistakes and moments in time and think nothing of it.  Personally, the amazing part is how we want to correct everything but our behavior towards one another.

Today Mom would have been 96, she loved birthdays and good food, baseball games,  her garden and above it all family and friends.  I can’t remember a time when she was in my life when there wasn’t a pot of coffee, a plate of cookies and  springs of nature rooting in the kitchen window.  There were magazines in the bathroom, chairs on the porch and either soft music or a television in the background,  usually fighting for air space against noise from the garage.  Life was a gift then, one none of us saw as clearly as we should have; only now seeing it as what made us who we are.

Each moment we have is what we choose to make it, and depending how we see it, will in turn define how others view us.  Thank you Mom  for the gifts of your lifetime, which continually remind me to open my eyes, heart and soul and see what is present around me and not just what exists.