Delicate Beauty

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There’s buttercups and johnny-jump-ups.  Lady slippers and lily of the valley.  Baby’s breath and violets.  I love this time of year for it’s delicate beauty in spring flowers.  Their intricate little faces gently pressed to the powder blue sky of spring.  The closer you gaze the more their darling quiet beauty takes your breath away. Little veins and pretty puffs of colour along their surface.  Their precious petals like velvet between your fingers.  Their gentle fragrance healing and so welcome after a long dark winter.  Crocus’s bloom on the stony ridges of the Rockies.  Their fragile periwinkle petals swaying in the gusts of summer gales and stretching their sturdy stems up towards the warm spring sun.

I used to love the carpets of johnny-jump-ups in the fields near my childhood home.  After making a bed amongst them and enjoying the buzz of the happy bees and spotting lady bugs labouring up their tiny stems, I would pick some.  Dirt and roots hanging from the little lime green stems.  Their blue and white star faces smiling at me, I would smile back at them as I ran to my family’s kitchen door.  Sliding a chair to the glass cupboard and stretching on my tippy toes to get the vase and then again straightening the chair by the sink.  Grasping my tiny little bundle of joy in one hand, and stretching my young body over the stainless steel sink to turn the water on.  It was such a joy to me to bring my dear mama the first spring bouquet of blue and white wonder.

I’m grateful for the purity we can find in life.  We must grasp onto these precious things.  Human hearts have a longing for the lovely and there’s much to fill it.  If we open our eyes and soften our hearts.

Sending you all a bundle of happy spring flowers in my heart today.

I love you.

xoxo

 

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Sound

There’s certain sounds that pull me into the Past.  Of Special Memories.  A time of Innocence.  I’m not Brushed Up on my birds, so I can’t say the species, but when it sings I am a Young Girl staying at my Auntie Sharon’s sweet little Cape Cod style home.  Tucked in the Birch Trees.   Up in her Darling Bedroom under the Eave.  Krista Lee’s Room.  The window is slightly ajar and there’s a bird singing.  The same one I’m hearing this Morning.

There’s also the sound of the Crow.  When I’m out walking my dog on the Ravine behind my house it’s Call takes me back to Hunter Lake.  I can see the Tall Balsam Firs behind my home dancing in the New Brunswick winds off the Atlantic Ocean. I can see the railroad tie fence and the little white Barn.  And the Crows circling overhead.  The Fir Tree Dance was one of my favourite memories of Home.  I loved watching them out my window.  So Strong and Powerful and so Graceful.  The Soothing Sound of the Wind.

As I sit by the Elbow River, coffee in hand and rubber boots swaddled in Spring Mud there’s little Ducks making their Swath through the Water.  Their little feet paddling so happily under the water and their gentle quacks remind me of The Pond.  I loved throwing my Rubber Boots on as a child and trekking through the Pasture.  A plastic bag of leftover bread in my hand.  I would call out to them, and they would come waddling up the Pasture to greet me.  So Comical in their Perfect Incoordination as their little Orange Feet tried to Hurry them Along.  There was nothing better than watching them Dive so Excitedly into the Water and Peck the pieces of Bread out of the Calm Waters.  The setting so Peaceful and Pure.

Today I’m going to Seek out Nature.  I’ll walk Charlie at the Elbow River.  I’ll sit and Listen to the Birds.  And Memories of Today and the Past will intermingle.  And my Gratitude will Float Upward and the Corners of my Mouth will too. Thank You Beautiful Life.  Thank You Beautiful Earth.  Today I will make Time for the Birds.  And my Heart will Sing.

Have a Happy Day.

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Jazz In The Shower

Life experiences had knocked me down. Life had become a series of days of survival.  breathing….putting on whatever was clean…saying a prayer for strength and braving my day with a tense smile and a broken heart.  Self care wasn’t even a foreign concept, it was no concept at all.  It seemed indulgent and something for the privileged. Someone with time, money, affection and care.  I don’t know the moment where i realized i had stopped giving myself moments of joy.  but it began to dawn on me that i had stopped treasuring the simple things, the pure things in life.  the things that truly breathe vitality and a certain humility into our veins that stirs our souls and awakens joy again.  i don’t remember the moment this dawned, but i remember the morning i set my phone on the bathroom counter and for the first time had decided my shower was going to become a luxurious moment.  as the wonderful sound of the soulful saxophone started to play and the steam started to billow around my little bathroom i felt for the first time in years my blood pressure start to drop and a surge of joy and even a childlike moment where my toes started to wiggle and a little smile flickered across my face at the woman in the mirror that decided in that moment to change her life.  i still every morning start my day with jazz in the shower.  i highly recommend it.

Light

IMG_5219Light Illuminates and adds the Twinkle.  Casts into our consciousness Beauty.  The Pure and Lovely.  It draws us out of our heads and into the Moment.   The humble Chocolate Chip Cookie under its glass dome on the counter looks Decadent with the Light shining from the kitchen window on it.  Drawing our eye away from the kitchen sink where dishes have assembled.

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The Peace Lily in its Dim Lit Corner who struggles to grow looks Alive and Lush with the Gentle Light caressing its thin fragile leaves.

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The warm light from the living room window illuminates the wonderful quiet lesson of Nature.  My kitty and dog snuggled up on the little blue couch enjoying the view.  Showing us what Unity looks like. Unlikely Friendship at its Best.

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A warm beam shining through the little Craftsman style window onto a little five dollar thrift store red porcelain ball makes it look like a Precious Jewel and worthy of  a moment’s notice.

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An Every Day moment with my Daughter Grace checking her Insta Feed becomes a Moment to Pause and Enjoy her Beauty and Spirit as the light from the window gently shines on her and reminds me of the Treasure she is.

This morning I’m so Grateful for Light.  It’s ability to pull me into Reality and see Blessing in the Ordinary.  Without saying a Word.  So of course my mind goes to my Light Friends.  Who just being in their Grace remind me of Beauty.  Of Joy.  Of Blessing. Without saying a Word.

 

Thank You Light People.  Thanks for being Light.

I Love You

xoxo