A few days ago while walking the dog, I saw the perfect mushroom. It was all alone in a patch of Southern-Burnt-Grass, stark white, with a long stem and a perfectly formed bulbous top that was so elegantly crafted, it rivaled the dome of the 1964 World’s Fair in Queens. (I wasn’t born yet either, but if you Google the image it’s amazing!)
Finding the perfect mushroom is not incredibly exciting, especially when it’s not even edible. But still, I wanted to share this amazing feat of nature with my husband and girls. That silly mushroom gave me hope. Like the lotus, no matter what the conditions, nature can still rise above all.
Oddly, I didn’t have my phone. So I decided to snap a picture the next time.
The next day the mushroom looked even more impressive and its translucent top shone on a dark day. It made me smile, and forget pictures, I made a mental note to bring my girls back the next time.
The third day that darned mushroom stood strong against what felt like monsoon-like rain. I appreciated it, alone. I didn’t want to drag everyone out in the rain.
The fourth day it rested peacefully in the early morning shade. So I’d show them the mushroom after school.
On the fifth day, the mushroom was gone. And I had a gut reaction. Was it because I failed to take my family to see the perfect mushroom?
It wasn’t the mushroom that made my stomach ache, it was the knowledge that I was putting off until tomorrow what I should have done today.
Like my BIL who never found the time to try Indian Food before he passed at very young age, I just assumed there would be a chance to do it tomorrow.
How often do we do this? Maybe it’s a vacation, or maybe a new job. Maybe it’s embracing the life you want today. Before it’s too late.
There’s never a “right time” or a “more sensible moment.” Life isn’t about waiting. Even with the fullest of schedules, we must create the time to do those things we were put on this earth to do, before those chances, like the mushroom, simply disappear.