I recently read a story which has stuck with me all week. As far as I know it is a true story.
It was a cold January morning and a young man sat busking in a Metro Station in Washington, DC playing his violin. The music went on for 45 minutes. He played six Bach pieces, which took him approximately an hour, during which time it is estimated that roughly 1000 people walked past him, most being on their way to work. During that time it was noted that only six people actually stopped to listen for a while, most just rushed by him. In that hour he collected $32, mostly from people who threw their coins into his violin case as they quickly walked past him.
The one paying the most attention to him was a three year old boy, whose mother tugged him along, hurrying along and dragging her child away from what was obviously really fascinating him, for he continued to look back as they went. There were several other children who did the same . . . and whose parents, without exception, forced them to move along.
It was a cold January morning and a young man sat busking in a Metro Station in Washington, DC playing his violin. The music went on for 45 minutes. He played six Bach pieces, which took him approximately an hour, during which time it is estimated that roughly 1000 people walked past him, most being on their way to work. During that time it was noted that only six people actually stopped to listen for a while, most just rushed by him. In that hour he collected $32, mostly from people who threw their coins into his violin case as they quickly walked past him.
The one paying the most attention to him was a three year old boy, whose mother tugged him along, hurrying along and dragging her child away from what was obviously really fascinating him, for he continued to look back as they went. There were several other children who did the same . . . and whose parents, without exception, forced them to move along.
Nobody was aware that this was World Class Violinist, Joshua Bell, who .
. . only two nights previously . . . had sold out a theatre in Boston
where seats for concerts averaged a cost of $100. One of the most
talented musicians in the world, he had just played one of the most
intricate pieces ever written . . . on a violin worth several million
dollars . . . and yet nobody, with very few exceptions, even noticed.
There was no applause or recognition, and when he was finished it was as
if he had never even been there . . . and yet there had been at least a
thousand people who had had the opportunity to enjoy this impromptu
free concert.
I am quite sure that whilst I may have stopped for a few minutes to listen . . . I often do . . . I would probably have made my way along to work or whatever other errand were calling me at the time. I often watch and listen to the Buskers in Chester when we are in town, but I seldom stand and watch them for any more than a few minutes. When I read this story about Joshua Bell . . . I was brought up short, and I wondered how many blessings we actually miss in our lives because we are too busy to notice them, or to stop to appreciate them.
I am quite sure that whilst I may have stopped for a few minutes to listen . . . I often do . . . I would probably have made my way along to work or whatever other errand were calling me at the time. I often watch and listen to the Buskers in Chester when we are in town, but I seldom stand and watch them for any more than a few minutes. When I read this story about Joshua Bell . . . I was brought up short, and I wondered how many blessings we actually miss in our lives because we are too busy to notice them, or to stop to appreciate them.
How much beauty do we look past in our striving to achieve or to
discover something better? How many blessings do we fail to experience
. . . because we can't slow ourselves down long enough to experience
them? We say we enjoy the simple things in life . . . and yet we often
spend more time chasing after greater things, brushing aside the simple
as being humdrum and inconsequential.
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
~Albert Einstein
Over these past few years, I have made it my mission to embrace simplicity . . . and to be grateful no matter the circumstance. Through that journey I have discovered that less truly IS more and that life IS only as beautiful as we choose to make it. That our lives are richly embroidered with the threads and stitches of simple joys and pleasures, which could so very easily be missed did we not slow down to take note and enjoy them. That amidst pain and despair . . . there can be great beauty, and . . . yes . . . much hope.
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
~Albert Einstein
Over these past few years, I have made it my mission to embrace simplicity . . . and to be grateful no matter the circumstance. Through that journey I have discovered that less truly IS more and that life IS only as beautiful as we choose to make it. That our lives are richly embroidered with the threads and stitches of simple joys and pleasures, which could so very easily be missed did we not slow down to take note and enjoy them. That amidst pain and despair . . . there can be great beauty, and . . . yes . . . much hope.
That beauty and joy is truly to be found in the small ordinary details
of life . . . a table smartly set with love and care, a wrinkled face
which glows with experience, the way the light falls through the window
and across the table on a late Winter's afternoon . . . the sight of a
wag-tail hopping along the shed roof on a cold, cold day, looking for
sustenance . . . simple labors often taken for granted, but which can
noticeably lift the soul if one but lets them . . . duty observed with
loving ministration, a smile, a touch, a voice . . . a sigh . . . there
is unexpected music to be found in the simple ordinary moments of life
We must never be so busy or in so much of a hurry that we fail to acknowledge the gift that each day brings us . . . moment by moment, small joy by small joy . . . simple thing by simple thing.
We must never be so busy or in so much of a hurry that we fail to acknowledge the gift that each day brings us . . . moment by moment, small joy by small joy . . . simple thing by simple thing.
"If the stars would appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore."
~Ralph Waldo Emmerson
Yesterdays Silver Lining . . . an afternoon with nowhere to go and nothing to do but watch my pencil scratch across the pad of my art paper, creating, dreaming . . . discovering.
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
~Ralph Waldo Emmerson
Yesterdays Silver Lining . . . an afternoon with nowhere to go and nothing to do but watch my pencil scratch across the pad of my art paper, creating, dreaming . . . discovering.
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
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BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Todays Reading - Jarom 1:1-15
Question - What have you learnt from the reading today? Why is it so important for
us to learn about and understand the Plan of Salvation?
My thoughts - verses 7-9. Satan comes many times to battle
against us. Prophets and apostles are 'mighty men in the faith of the
Lord' and they teach us the ways of the Lord. Ways that will help us
withstand the adversary and sweep away all his wickedness from our lives
and homes. By following their counsel we become 'rich' spiritually, we
build weapons needed to fortify & protect ourselves with, we are
prepared for any battle with Satan and he will not win!!
The words of prophets also prick my heart and continually stir me up to repentance (verse12). I am grateful for this. I love our prophet and apostles and I know they are men of God, called to be special witnesses of Christ and lead us in righteousness. I need and I want their guidance and the truth and hope that their words fill me with. I can't wait to feast on the next General Conference.
In the meantime I make it a point to listen to one or two talks from past Conferences every day. Yesterday I listened to this one. "Safety for The Soul" by Elder Jeffrey R Holland which was given at the April 2009 conference. I had actually listened to it on Monday evening with Todd and I listened to it again in bed last night. I was very struck by and moved by it. The realisation came to me that the first time I would have heard it, we were living in our cottage down in Kent, totally unaware of the calamity that lay ahead of us in less than a year's time. A time when we were faced with a very difficult and dark journey. This was a time when it would have been very easy for us to fall away from the safety net of the Gospel, to finger point or to blame. But we did not, and what was maybe one of the worst things to happen to us in our almost 18 years together actually became a blessing to us, an a great faith strengthener.
"Love. Healing. Help. Hope. The power of Christ to counter all troubles
in all times—including the end of times. That is the safe harbor God
wants for us in personal or public days of despair."
Just another one of the Lord's tender mercies that have come to me via the Words of the Prophets and my understanding of the Plan of Salvation.
Tomorrow's reading - Day 90 - Omni 1:1-11
Question - Why is it important to keep a family record? What are the benefits of keeping a journal?
In The English Kitchen today . . . Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Muffins. Very, very good! Quick, easy and delicious. That should be my byline!
Have a wonderful Wednesday! Don't forget!
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