sometimes
Sometimes, we just sit around,
we don’t make a sound
except perhaps a burp now and then
really the day stretches on
we don’t know where the time has gone
It takes years of trial and error to develop this useful skill. We live in a world of go, go, go.
Sitting with only the gentle stirrings of the world around you.
Can be a difficult task indeed.
Try bundling up and doing it in the dead of winter.
It is an amazing release of unwanted “baggage”.
Sometimes, the road that beckons isn’t the road you are on.
You will find that stepping into a different space, will also bring you to another place and maybe even time.
Live each moment with the interest you give a new book that has caught your fancy, where each page is riveting and you drink in each word, fingers poised to turn the page.
Our lives are just as interesting, when we sit in the silence of the moment, The reality of BEING is rejuvenating.
Sometimes, it simply is… no more..no less…
Bom dia everyone, have a good day dear friends.. I carry you in my heart always..
PL Precept #1 Life is Art
Oyashikiri
photos hT9
I travel far and near to find a tree, usually when I do find one that will chat with me, he lives with cousins near by who are also willing to spin a yarn or two.
Oh goodness me child, how nice of you to stop and visit. We can wait from dawn to dusk to be noticed, but find, we are old, and worn, so no one stops to visit anymore. They come with their dogs and walk right by, they head for open spaces.
Freddy down the way, will be glad of some company, he gets few tenants these days, not even the dogs that come this way, use us anymore to mark their way.
Down the bend, to the right, you will see a path beside Uncle John. The leaves are crisp you will enjoy the sound as they say thank you for your trust in accepting their guidance as you walk the unknown path.
Please come again, your shadow is growing taller, In a few months when you come again, we will be able to show you much more of our world. Then we will see your shadow in the snow. till then, your shadow imprint, will remain for a while, leaving us smiling, because you shared with us.
I felt like I was walking in my own wonderland. Given permission to wander and enjoy, I took full advantage and drove down towards the fields of now harvested cranberries.
This was a very special blessing, I followed through on my desire to visit the farm, there was no distraction. My reward was the intense feelings of being ONE with the environment I was in.
May the day shine brightly for you. Sunday and we are not having a service this morning, because of the service last evening. What does one do on a Sunday morning, when there is no service. I to Drucilla’s displeasure, decided to play with my paint and other supplies to start on a makeover for her. I have told her that this is therapeutic for both of us, but her silence tells me, …. it is all in my head.
Bom dia..
Same day, same place, same time of day give or take, but a different tree. Each had its very own appeal to me. “that day” I suspect if I went back today, I couldn’t find them again. Thus the harping on… live each day to your fullest, today is today, and tomorrow will be a new beginning.
