The Beautiful Mundane

One of the many beautiful moments we can experience
is finding the marvelous in the mundane. 

As much as we try to eliminate the monotony, life can still be quite boring sometimes. We often live out the well-known idiom…’same old same old’ kind-of-life, and rarely notice the beauty it can bring.

While walking down my neighborhood street,  the road taken by a select few, I noticed many signs of spring. The clouds overhead were moving to a steady breeze, flowers were making their appearance after winters cold season,  geese flew over as they frequent the nearby pond, the busyness from the birds while flying from tree to limb and then there was this single, yellow dandelion in the middle of the concrete street.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just weird, but I pulled out my cell phone from my back pocket and snapped a shot of the lifeless yellow. What could anyone possibly see in such a mundane moment? I often find myself turning everyday moments into the marvelous. Maybe it’s just the writer coming out. Maybe I just over-think things or maybe I just want an excuse to add another photo to my collection of iPhone pics. Whatever the reason was, my thoughts kept coming back to how this broken dandelion ended up in the middle of the concrete street.

Because of the climate in the Richmond area, grass will go dormant during the cold months which gives it a light brown appearance. I really dislike brown grass. Although the grass looks dead, it is still very much alive and the lush green begins to thrive in the spring. The marvelous thing I find in this is the fact that while most lawns are still trimmed in brown, somehow that little yellow dandelion knew it was time to exist.

The thought of how this wild weed landed where it did intrigued me. Perhaps a bird dropped it while flying overhead to place in its nest. Or maybe, it was brushed from lawn to street from a neighborhood jogger. It could be that the hard wind from the night before simply snapped the stem and had blown its brokeness to another world.

But what I choose to imagine, is simply enchanting. On this particular day, a father and son, (of toddler age), were taking in the sights of the neighborhood. One thing I failed to mention was the fact that the construction of a new house had recently started across from my home. This father and son had been taking in the sights and sounds of the construction from the very first day. Everyday, the father would hold his son’s hand and walk to the empty lot. As the ‘little one’ pointed from left to right, I could just imagine overhearing their conversation. “Wut’s’s dat? And dat?” he might have muttered.  The father seemed quite patient with his son. Always taking his time. Never rushing his ‘little one.’

From this moment on is where the mundane ends and the magic begins. Everything I have written is true. But how that broken misplaced dandelion found its way to the concrete street is anyone’s guess. But let me share my thoughts…

Curiosity is a toddlers middle name. The father’s ‘little one’ was curious. Curious about everything. But the father slowed down and savored the experience. Taking the toddlers lead, they walked over to the edge of the road. His ‘little one’ reached down and plucked a handful of dandelions. As he opened his hand, the only treasure found in his palm were three yellow flowering tops. No stems. The father saw his frustration and bent down to show him how to pull the treasure from the stem. With his hand over his sons, together they managed to pull two dandelions with stems attached. “Good job,” the father said. “Mommy will love these.”

I am reminded of a quote I recently read.

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.” ~  pauol Coelho


Watching this father with his precious son and imagining what could have easily happened reminds me of the people in this vast world that find the marvelous in the hum-drum mundane moments of life. Not only do they find it, but they also share it with people much like myself  who purposefully imagine it,  photograph it, write about it and then crazily share it with people like you. But let’s get back to the story…

The child was very proud of what he had accomplished. It’s not an easy feat for a ‘little one’ to pluck a dandelion from the ground and it remain in its completeness. The father scooped him up into his arms and the ‘little one’ gripped onto his mommy’s treasure. An airplane flew overhead which often did each day. This one was coming in for a landing and was very low; just above the rooftops.  Did I forget to mention I live in the outskirts of the city but just within a few miles from an airport?  Yes. I do. The small child pointed up with eager eyes. “Wut’s dat? he asked again. “That’s an airplane.” his fathered answered. “Can you say airplane?” While looking off into the distance, the small tight grip loosened and unknowingly to the child, one dandelion slipped from his hand and landed to the pavement.

The yellow dandelion lay alone in the middle of the concrete just waiting for someone to come along and pick it up. Just waiting for that mundane moment to come alive. Waiting for the marvelous. But wait. The marvelous was already there. It was there in those first signs of spring to that very moment when the dandelion fell to the pavement….and every moment in between. And it all took was for me to find one single yellow dandelion in the middle of the concrete street.

Life is what we make it. Seeing the marvelous in the mundane isn’t always easy but is possible.  Life’s magic is all around us. We must seek it. Open our minds to a new perspective, even if it’s through the eyes of a child. Look for the good in everything. Uncover its meaning and purpose. Claim and use it. Share it with others. That’s the Beauty of seeing the marvelous in the mundane.

Copyright 2017~She Walks In Beauty

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7 thoughts on “The Beautiful Mundane

  1. vercellonopace says:

    Love this story! What I saw is the contrast between the yellow dandelion and the concrete. Same contrast to me between the mundane and magic. That contrast is in the story and the picture. Thanks for sharing.


    • Laura says:

      Thank you, Oneta! This was inspired by a wonderful family who gives me the blessing of sharing my life with their ‘little one’ each day in my child care. I love my work, my life and especially children. God is always blessing me!😀

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