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I think that I shall never see,
a sight more lovely
than a dancing bee,
especially near my red popp’y.
And listen to that cacophony
of bees singing happily,
among the branches
of my buckthorne tree…
What’s a busy bee to do with all the mind clutter that comes from everyday living? It can be as simple as this…
The original meaning behind our special holy days can get lost in the clutter of commercialization & life’s daily busyness. How we choose to celebrate, or not, is what gives meaning to any given day.
A single bucket of water in one day? Even preparing to spend a single day with such a small ration of water has been humbling.
Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
All things break. And all things can be mended.
Not with time, as they say, but with intention.
So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.
The broken world waits in darkness for the Light that is you.
I’m quite sure that none of us would call Lynda a perfect angel, though most of her friends knew that she did, indeed, have wings. Glittery, transparent, playful, irreverent, spacious wings of love & friendship that glowed brightest when she laughed.
Walking the grounds of gratitude,
I stumble upon the palace of happiness.” ~Brendon Burchard
Every day, a thousand things to be thankful for, yet I barely touch the heart of this we call gratitude.
Tamaracks & golden trees,
The fire-like glory of autumn leaves.
Purple grapes, apples red & gold,
pumpkin patches, sunflowers so bold…
Misty morning skies turning brilliant blue.
Rainbows reflecting such glorious hues.
A perfect rose, captured
in one simple moment of awe.
You may see the beauty of a rose.
What I remember is this: my growing-up grandson, strolling through the rose garden, his legs now longer than mine. His sweet smile, given & received. Joy that lingers. Love that blooms.
One simple moment, exquisite
as a perfect yellow rose.
It may not make sense to talk about stillness and flow in the same breath, since flow means to move along in a steady stream, and stillness means to abstain from motion.
Is it even possible to move at a constant pace, or to stay perfectly still? Likely not, if you’re alive.
Perhaps it’s my Scandinavian roots, or that my body has required extra care this year after meeting a hard patch of ice while gliding down the slopes of our local ski hill. Or it could be that the world seems to need extra comfort and joy after one of the most difficult years most of us can remember having…ever.
Whatever the reason, hygge is still on my mind
A New Year is here, a New Dawn is blooming, and it feels like I should be writing something profound and significant. But after so many inspiring words given during the powerful inaugural speeches, what I really want to ask you is this:
Are you making time to hygge your life?