Capture Those Special Moments

Stop and Savor!

It’s tempting, at the beginning of a new year, to become so focused on self-improvement that we race around with lists in hand, frantic to prove we can achieve the latest goals that we set for ourselves.

While discipline is wonderful, balance is even better.

That’s why we are spending the month of January reprising some of our favorite posts from 2014—those we hope will inspire you to think about what really matters in life.  So slow down and savor.


Capturing Special Moments in Time

This post first appeared in our October 27, 2014, blog

           My stomach churned with excitement as our small plane circled the rocky island of KarmØy on the western coast of Norway, then gracefully touched down and coasted to a stop.

          As my husband and I and three local passengers made our way to the front of the plane, the pilot asked us in accented English, “Is someone meeting you?”

          “Yes, I answered tentatively.  But when we stepped out of the plane, there was no one in sight.

          We picked up our luggage, and made our way to the small Haugesund terminal.  When we opened the door, the waiting room was filled with smiling faces—all of them waiting for us.  They were holding a sign that read “WELCOME SHEPPARDS!”

          We had never met my father’s first cousins, and we had no idea of what to expect, but the days ahead were filled with emotional moments I knew I never wanted to forget.

          That first evening as we sat down to “evening coffee,” my eyes stung with tears as they sang grace, first in English, for our benefit, then in Norwegian.  Sitting around a table heaped with lefse, flØte kake, waffla, lapp, and a variety of other nameless confections heaped with whipped cream, it was clear they had pulled out all the stops in their preparation.

          The conversations were warm and welcoming, and the days of our short stay flew quickly by.  But there were times when I inhaled deeply the scent of rich coffee and savored the sounds of Norwegian folk songs sung by relatives to the accompaniment of guitars and accordions, and I said to myself, “How I would love to freeze this moment in time and take it home with me so I could pull it out and relive it all over again.”

          So I did the next best thing.  Each evening when everyone else went to bed, I did what I love to do most.  I wrote.  The combination of the day’s stimulation and multiple cups of strong Norwegian coffee kept me going far into the night.

          MY POINT IS THIS:  If you want to freeze specific moments, take pictures, yes, but Journal.  You don’t have to be a particularly good writer, just a good observer.

Photos are terrific, but words can preserve smells, tastes, sounds, conversation, and nuances of emotions in a way no photo can.

So capture special moments.  Freeze them.  Them pull them out and relive them all over again.  You only live once.

Or twice . . .


© Copyright, Sharon Sheppard