drinking in the present.

I've had these pictures in my draft box for months.  They were taken on a downpour day last summer.  The kids couldn't help from running out into the sheets of warm water pouring down.  I don't blame them.  I love the rain, and I want them to love it too. 

I haven't posted them mostly because I haven't had time, but also because I haven't been able to come up with the appropriate thing to write about the magic that happens when kids drag you into the present.





 

Today my friend Catherine put into words exactly what I'd write with these pictures if I had her writing talent.  That girl sure knows how to capture life with words.  Reading her blog is like coming up for air, somehow she puts everything into perspective.  Her writing is real and beautiful and makes you think and feel and usually cry.  She is one of my guiding lights through motherhood.

So look through these pictures.  I know a lot of them are blurry, I meant to do that.  I love the motion it captures.  I love being drawn into the face of the one child that is in focus.  I love the sheer determination to drink in the present on my kids faces.

Then, click through to Catherine's post to read some beautiful commentary about living in the present.    






Here's a little part of what Catherine says:

The living moment is the most breathing, captivating, fleeting thing. It is magic. Emerson said we are always getting ready to live, but never living. Is he right?

Too often I choose blinders without thinking and like the work-horse, I am bent to the plow, the laundry basket, the floor, the sink. Sometimes I am too bent on getting us ready to live that I brush right past the living.

Go read the rest here. You'll love it.