Maybe It’s the Little Things


It’s the little things…

“There is a vibration/ That emanates from me/ In whatever I do, / Mingling with,/ Enhancing or detracting from/ The universal vibration,/ Depending upon the quality/ Of my intent./ I commit myself/ To a positive enhancement/ Of the the universal vibration/ In each act and thought/ That I create.” – “The Blessing,” from Essene Meditations and Blessings

The whole world – and everyone in it – has been brought low by a microscopic virus. This is our “universe,” and it has been vibrating and pulsing in our bodies, our minds and our spirits for months longer than we thought we could stand.

So I am trying to be kind to myself as, in the same breath, I have to admit that I’ve been a bit crabby of late. Not about big stuff so much; it’s the little stuff. Irritations. Inconveniences. Forgetting things like putting my 2021 tabs on my license plates before going to the store on August 1 after having them for two weeks, sitting on my counter.

I happened across a few minutes of a talk on YouTube by Mark Nepo a few days ago. I was interrupted, but two things that I heard reminded me. First, that we are grieving, and that anger (see “crabbiness”) is one of its stages. I knew that, but hadn’t related it to my own restlessness and dis-ease of late. That gnashing of the teeth now and then.

The second thing?  We are not making our way into a new normal; the new normal is here – right now. We’re never going back to a LOT of what was. We are silently grieving the losses. And lots of us are…well, at least testy. If not some degree of depressed (or “down,” if we don’t like that word).

Meditation of various kinds has served me well, off and on, over the years. Recently, I chose to try unguided meditation again, something that had worked miracles many years ago.

And out of my first unguided meditation, these words arose:

Doing – and seeing – humble little things each day

and counting each one as worthy. 

(Worthy: having worth)

I wrote it down – to think about.

An hour later, I was out in the sunshine, 73 degrees and low humidity, a cool breeze surrounding me. Walking again, after a long hiatus, with my Nordic walking poles, I felt wonderful exercising my whole body again. Crabby was already growing fainter.

Then I remembered the words of my meditation. And the world came alive.

 I found myself paying attention.

To humble little things. 

And lo and behold…

…the tiny yellow wildflowers that were running riot along the walkway were being disturbed by movement. And I noticed! And the little female worker bee came into view, hunting for nectar, flying slowly, hovering for a moment now and then. Just enough time to watch her curious little journey and then get my phone out to catch her in action! Taking my hands out of the pole’s gloves and setting up the shot, my breathing stopped for a moment, as I hoped she would stay long enough. And she did. I smiled, and I counted her worthy! And my crabby became a distant memory.

Farther along, with Queen Anne’s Lace waving elegantly in the wind, I could see a spot of beige sitting on one. Again, ungloving, unpacking, leaning in closely. Watching for a bit, then focusing, and being rewarded with a shot of an ochre insect slowly taking the sun on top of one. And she, too, was worthy!

What is your name, little one?

I looked deep into the center of another lacy wildflower whose name I didn’t know and found its core was beautiful, too. And worthy of wonder and amazement! Worth my time and attention!


It all begins at the center

I do have trouble imagining that my one wee attitude is going to affect an entire Universe. And yet, my attitude can affect anything and anyone that I am in contact with at any moment. So perhaps there is something to be said for that. An attitude of wonder, an attitude that declares all things worthy can go a long, long way.

What I know is that on that morning, my vibrations out into the outside world were no longer crabby and fragile. They were full of delight at the beauty and complexity of creation, and at my good fortune in being right where I was at just the right moments.

The poet was right… how I am in the world depends on “the quality of my intent.” Even in just my microscopic little space in the Universe. Many of us are still grieving. But in the humble little things, we may find unexpected blessings. And as we look for them, they miraculously tend to show up! And remind us that we, too, are wondrous and worthy!

So maybe it is the humble little things each day that will get us through this after all.

I’m okay with that.









15 thoughts on “Maybe It’s the Little Things

  1. Hello Martha, I was glad to ‘meet’ you via Mitch’s blog.
    I’ve always felt that it’s the daily small pleasures that we encounter that bring the most happiness, excitement and contentment … and I love bugs and beasties. 😀
    I also love your ministry of encouraging the ageing – that’s me too. I’m 67. Yay!

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  2. I’ve been feeling crabby lately too, and for the same reasons. I miss the conveniences of my old life, and being able to travel and plan, well, just about anything. Plans are useless now. And I agree that this is the new normal, but like all new normals, it will continue to evolve and change. I think what bothers most of us is the idea that we will never again have any freedom or the ability to plan, and I don’t think that’s true. This is a pandemic, and we’ve had them before. Yes, it is going to change things, but we’re not going to live in this state forever. And some things will be better afterwards, and some things will be worse. But as you pointed out, the important, small things will endure!

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    1. So true, Liz! They really have become a lifeline on the occasional days when I’m a bit out of sorts. They bring me back. And I keep noticing new ones, too, which bodes well for the time ahead!

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  3. I’m one of the lucky ones. I wasn’t very sociable before, now I have a good reason to isolate. 🙂 Nothing much is different in my life so I don’t have any reason to be crabby. And I enjoyed little things before, too. I don’t go as deep as you go, although that bee did make me happy. 💕 Thank you. The “little thing” that always brings joy to my heart is the sight of a dog . I smile involuntarily every time I see a dog in the park.

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    1. I’m so glad to hear that you’re weathering these strange days so well, Jo! I’m with you, too – I love the sight of a dog as well. And even my introvert heart notices that right away!

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  4. Ahhhhh, how I love your meditation on “paying attention to the humble little things” in our lives. I can’t think of a better way to live in the present moment than that! Thank you for sharing your wisdom and calm.


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    1. You are welcome, Bill! This paying attention to the world outside my mind is still a work in progress, but every time I manage to get out there, I’m blessed, it seems. It’s an amazing world of discovery! Hoping that the humble little things are continuing to bless your life, too!


  5. I just came inside from the backyard and opened your post. I had been out there doing those small tasks that give me joy–watering the pots of geraniums, feeding the squirrels, listening to the windchimes, looking up into the tree tops. These small pleasures keep me sane in this pandemic pandemonium. May you, too, continue to find those small things that give pleasure and get us through the days.

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    1. I know that you are finely tuned to the little, humble things of life! Your blogs are full of them, and they remind me all the time that I need to pay attention to them. I’m such an interior person that I don’t tend to notice the “outside world” easily. The more I am paying attention, though, the easier it’s getting…maybe partly because the reward is so great! Thank you for your good wishes!

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