When you sport a crooked smile, get a wobble in your walk, quiver fevered, and shivers run down your spine, you need a breather. Hope this helps. xo
Happy second Saturday in the new year. I bless you. This poem is my response to the incomparable words of Rudyard Kipling's poem "If" Enjoy.
For all my friends waking up to a new morning, a poem. Hope your day unfurls slowly so you don't miss a second of awe.
My house chore today, put me in a nostalgic mood. So I reasoned, why not try to give this post a little pizzazz? And so I imitated the inimitable Dr. Seuss. And already I'm feeling better. Hope this one makes you smile.
How about it, dear friends: why don't we try to give prominence to those moments that give us fleeting seconds of wonderment? Let's keep them close as we embark on another year of becoming.
"Teach me the meaning of heaven and hell," the samurai barked. The monk opened his eyes. "I have no time for rudeness or silly questions." So goes the parable of The Monk and The Belligerent Samurai.
The morning after the blessings of white, I rose with the sun, but the pavement, lulled by the hush, was unaware morning had broken. It was very cold but I hardly noticed. *double-wink*
Selma at MasticadoresUSA? How "amazingly awesome" is that? Thank you. Please click the link to read the poem, and then ready your heart to receive your "something" amazingly awesome too.
When you miss the novelty of snow, you don't turn your nose at the hard work of shoveling. That was the beauty of it yesterday. We were a happy bunch.
Today is the last day of Christmas, Epiphany, as I know it, and guess what we got from the Three Kings? Snow-- all 6 centimeters of it! The first of the season in these areas.
As we stand at the start line, I want to wish you a Spectacularly Happy New Year. And more miracles.
Christmas is this week. God bless us, every one. Merry Christmas from my home to yours. xoxo