I was reminded of this the other day with a challenge from Liz Strauss to test our concepts of being time rich and time poor. It’s the link with the picture that tells the more compelling story – the one that lingers, the one that flickers through our mind to slow down when we’re moving too fast.  (You’ll have to take the test to find out which link takes you to the picture.  What do you mean you don’t have time?!)

Thought about it some more this afternoon – a most glorious early winter day in Edinburgh, when the leaves are dancing in all their faded glory.

You’d have to be moving really fast not to stop and feel thankful on a day like today.

And I did.

Slow Down

Slowed down and stopped to take some photos.  To breathe in the wonder of the day.

And I found some words to express that feeling of gratitude.  But I’m left with the lingering feeling that it’s the pictures that I took that will stay with me like the rays of winter sunlight, piercing my consciousness long after the last leaves have fallen.

How about you?  How do you express these waves of gratitude?  Is it through words, pictures, music, song?