Details

I dreamt about my parents last night. Both have been gone many years. The details of the dream were foggy and I struggled to reconstruct it, trying to pull the story into my waking space. Then I realized that in order to enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings recalled by my dream, I didn’t need the details. So I let them go and sunk into the safe, connected “little girl space” of my youth. It was poignant and wonderful.

Made me think of how often I lose the feeling while searching for details – details that may be interesting but are only tiny needles on great pine trees in magnificent forests. I tip my hat to whomever said “the devil is in the details”. Details can ruin a great experience.

So today I resolve to step back away from the details and appreciate the glory of the bigger picture. I will look up and around and not concern myself so much with the individual steps.

But it does occur to me that we’re out of eggs … a detail of the omelet that was on tonight’s menu. Wonder where Brent’s taking me to dinner.