There has been a deluge of incriminations about 2021. Finding ways to render those 365 days as worthless has elevated to a competitive sport. 

 

But last year several members of our family participated in a simple exercise called One Second a Day. Using an app, each of us chose a moment embedded in the mundane, as if it was worth remembering. My kids, not surprisingly, ended up with more visually engaging videos than me. They captured a colorful fruit stand, a twirling daisy, a flock of swans, a pizza box flapping open. There were the landmarks like a flight to France, the inauguration, and blowing out birthday candles. Dancing friends, raindrops on the window, and a display of croissants breezed through the parade of moments. All of us included zoom calls, and our signature crossword conquests. 

 

I am doing it again this year. A repercussion is the belief that a noteworthy second is mine if I look. Actually it arrives even if I don't look, but my heart is kindled by the hunt. One morning it was the way snow fell through the ironwork on the bridge, making a lattice of white. Another day I was out to lunch with my son and at the same instant we realized  that this could be it. We lifted our cameras to chronicle each other, and laughed. 

 

Watching the videos everyone created is strong evidence about the fleeting passage of time. Plus it reminds me that blessings arrive without pause.