It has no need to impress, like the extra ordinary.
Ordinary lives in the moment; every moment.
Oh! how I love thee:
my very own ordinary.
It's just gone past ten on a sunny Tuesday.
I'm sat here, at the kitchen table, typing out a post for O.
They tumble in, all of them, one by one, my band of ordinary:
His brown eyes when he said bye and left for work.
Sweet smell of Comfort spring dew
Flecks of sun on paper blinds hung on windows--
watching sprigs of basil and seeds of fennel dance
in boil of water.
I add tea and milk and strain the brew.
A touch of honey.
That should do.
I have plenty to call my ordinary.
How about you?
What are your ordinary moments like?
Do they add you up or bring you down?
How often do you observe your ordinary?
When I first borrowed my daughter's camera, almost four years ago, I thought I was going to 'take' pictures.
I was so wrong.
This camera has shown me to look at my ordinary with fresh eyes.
I love the way I've slowed down these days.
At first, I slowed down to observe a shot, a frame, a picture or a portrait.
When this slowness permeated my life, I do not know.
It was our last day in Split, Croatia. I wanted to pick up a book from a shop before driving off to Dubrovnik.
The husband was rushing ahead.
He gets like that when he's on his mission to get from point A to point B on holiday:)
I was at a zebra crossing, looking to cross the road: left, right...hang on...
It was day 4 of the A to Z challenge and letters had been on my mind, but this was surreal.
So, I stood and saw and clicked.
"Did you see the letters crossing the road?" I asked him when I caught up at last.
"What letters?" he asked.
The letters marched on,
(Google says this word means smart/clever/wise in Croatian.
If you know Croatian, please enlighten me. Thank you)
paused for traffic,
and made their way back to (no idea where)!
Observe your ordinary and you will see just how marvellous it truly is.
"Perhaps, we'll meet tomorrow with P."
purple stains on greedy fingers
after harvesting oozy mulberry.