{"id":23,"date":"2010-02-20T07:44:08","date_gmt":"2010-02-20T12:44:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/robzerrvations.com\/?p=23"},"modified":"2011-01-30T07:45:08","modified_gmt":"2011-01-30T12:45:08","slug":"the-mystery-of-a-moment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/robzerrvations.com\/?p=23","title":{"rendered":"The Mystery of a Moment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A long time ago, my friend Bobby told me a story that I still carry with me. I was wishful thinking about living on the beach. He said, &#8220;I used to have property that overlooked the water.&#8221; I then queried him about what it was like. He replied, &#8220;After several years, we didn&#8217;t even see the view anymore &#8211; until a friend would stop by and say, &#8216;Wow, what a beautiful view you have.'&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Now, years later, I think I know what he means. Being born and raised in Seattle and living there for 45 years, I stopped looking at the view. It was just there. Something off in the distance that I&#8217;d notice now and again &#8211; as when Mt. Rainier would seem to float above the horizon on one of those amazing summer days. But I had not noticed the artistry of my surroundings as I do now in Florida.<\/p>\n<p>Here, everything is so different that I must take constant note. The palm trees as they sway in the wind make a very different sound from fir trees. The Atlantic is much calmer than the raging Pacific Ocean, so the waves sound different. As I sit here on the deck this morning, I hear a casual conversation between two songbirds that I&#8217;ve never heard before. Pelicans are sweeping inches above the water, looking for breakfast in the river. It is a different world than I had ever known.<\/p>\n<p>But this isn\u2019t a travelogue about Florida and while you should live here. That\u2019s just my thing.<\/p>\n<p>No, the secret is to become a fan of the world around you.<\/p>\n<p>Regardless of whether you&#8217;ve lived in the same geographic location forever or hop about, the secret seems to be found in becoming a spectator of your surroundings. I have so long tried to be the master or my domain that I forgot to view it with a new pair of eyes, as if for the first time.<\/p>\n<p>Stop and listen to the birds. Sit for a long spell and become mesmerized by a babbling brook. Relish in a solitary icicle as it succumbs to spring, drop by drop. Ponder the fresh tracks in the snow of an animal on a journey. Exult in the waves as they crash ashore at a secluded coastal beach.<\/p>\n<p>Close your eyes now and then and reopen them with a child&#8217;s sense of wonder. Reignite your soul from what you not only see around you, but feel innately with all your senses. Become part of the scenery for just a moment, and magic will occur. You realize that the world doesn\u2019t revolve around you\u2026 you are simply a single woven thread in the fabric of our surroundings.<\/p>\n<p>We are simply spectators of the world around us. And we are damned lucky to have that privilege.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Till Again,<\/p>\n<p>Robb<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A long time ago, my friend Bobby told me a story that I still carry with me. I was wishful thinking about living on the beach. He said, &#8220;I used to have property that overlooked the water.&#8221; I then queried him about what it was like. 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