Sunday, May 30, 2010

gratitude day three: sweetness.

Today I am so, so grateful that my Sunday morning began in the soft and quiet.

I got to just stand around in my backyard - mostly feeling the still, and listening to the birds singing.  I'm certain they were singing extra sweetly just for me.

In my wander I discovered another sweetness - a tiny rolled phlox flower - wound today, but ready to rise and burst tomorrow.

In these things I found comfort in the beauty and the plain living.
In these things were the reminder that Life (being living and love) is enough.
That there is no need to hurry -- to hurry the process.  To hurry the excitement.  To hurry the living.

Life explodes sometimes, it's true, and I wouldn't have it any other way -  I love those days!

But I am so thankful that I am comfortable enough with this life - and this skin - that I also embrace the still, and the soft, and know that there is nothing to fear...
and nothing to be proved.

Certainly, being in Peace is a fine thing for which to be grateful.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

gratitude day two : even still

It's my turn (and Trevy's) to have the flus, I guess.

So, so grateful for a sparkling clean bathroom,
and an entire day of fifty-something-degree breezes blowing in and throughout.

Friday, May 28, 2010

a thousand days of happiness

When I was in my twenties (long before I had babies), and Eric and I were working to survive, as so many young couples are wont to do, I was asked quite often what I wanted to do or be -- presumably when I grew up.

My answer was always the same - and so, so heart-felt.

"I want to chase frogs in the creek with my son.
"I want to take art classes on Wednesday nights.
"I want to sit on the porch sipping lemonade while watching my lace curtains blowing in the breeze."

I am sure to a very many people, there is much lacking in such dreams!

But the funny thing is that those very things so define my life.

I play with my babies. 
I explore and create and express my Self in a thousand different ways.
I sit in bliss while gazing and dreaming.

It sounds so simple - and maybe it is.  I cannot imagine any life being more fulfilling or happy or rich than this beautiful one of mine.

And so.
This post begins a month of gratitude.
And beauty.
And happiness.

Because I am so very grateful.