Unbridled Moments of
Beautiful Things
What if we spent more time enjoying time?
Instead of being productive, we embraced wasting it.
Freeing our hands to remain idle,
filling cups instead of calendars,
and finding ourselves in conversations
with no end in sight.
Embracing the rituals that have never centered time,
in fact, seldom considered time at all.
The things that remind ourselves,
that curiosity lies at the edge of boredom,
and that whimsy can’t be found on a to-do list,
but on the periphery of stillness.
Or silliness.
The art of the finding joy in the pursuit,
the words that continue to linger,
long after they’ve been said.
The richness of colour, the vibrancy of sound,
the familiarity of scent.
The things that make your world yours,
while allowing anyone else to enter,
knowing that a cup of chai tastes so much better,
when it’s made with many hands.
Unbridled moments of beautiful things,
that invite you to slow your pace,
Because memories have to begin somewhere,
Some time, some place.
