a pause :: for small

making scones on a saturday morning. small bits of flour everywhere. the tiniest of bits caught upon the edge of the bowl. in the moments between the pulling together of the flour, the sugar, and the milk; in the moments between the kneading of the batter out on the table and the placing of them into the oven, there are small bits of quiet, a pause of my breath, all caught in a larger busier one: of boys scattered around the living room, peels of laughter in early morning sun; of dogs beneath my feet, a husband sleeping in, and birds whistling their sweet song outside. these small strands of life weave up our larger tapestry.
    a small fraction that fits into the morning,
                     that clicks into place
 on a weekend,
        that completes, someday, perhaps,
a larger whole.

i am sure my boys won't remember the exact scones made on this very day, but i hope they remember the small moments scooped up and threaded into the larger moments of their own story.

this smallness, this insignificance; moments so small, yet so intrinsic, help forge Life so large.  

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