to see. This morning I promised myself to live the entire day from my heart. To quote writer Kathleen Gallagher Everett, “BE KIND – NO EXCEPTIONS” was the motto for this Monday.
Live the entire day from my heart.
So, as I pulled into my studio parking lot, I was surprised to NOTICE that the pothole that had been filled in weeks ago was filled in the shape of…a heart. Once we allow our vision to be open…we suddenly SEE what has always been in front of us, yet unseen.
What will you allow yourself to see today?
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At a time when memories are made by gathering around a bountiful table…there are some chairs which will be empty this year. One such chair was left empty by a large soul: Hugh Prather. This holiday I will come to the table, already FULL~ of thanks for his life and that we got to share his joy for so very long.
Hugh Prather – January 23, 1938 – November 15, 2010
for many nights i told myself the night sky was
especially bright because of the coming cold.
now i know it is because he who was beloved
by many has walked on -
the stars shine
as he takes his place
For the bounty of gracious and kind memories – we are grateful for our friends who
are here in memory.
And I am convinced you will immediately begin to see plenty of it.
All I did was mention that THIS box that I was posting to an APO AE address
was going to an enlisted military person. My husband and I act as soldier angels and send care packages and letters, alternately, each week.
It began a domino effect in line at the post office. Now, days later, the entire post office crew and a few folks from the postal line are contributing to an awesome holiday treat box going to the entire platoon on the son of one of the post office employees. Every one is so excited to find a way, a path, for their generosity. I BELIEVE and am assured of the certainty of that belief each day – with artful and unexpected graces.
…you planted in your soul long ago. – mary anne radmacher -
My friend is a florist and owns her own shop. Each Saturday it is her joy to share the roses which have “seen better days.” I’m one of her Saturday flower girls. Nearly every Saturday I get to go home with a beautiful arm load of roses. It brings my friend joy because she feels she is redeeming what would otherwise be wasted. It brings anyone in my household joy.
I’m blessed in this current circumstance but I’ve been known to call and have flowers delivered – to myself! In a few instances when I was feeling a little low and thinking how nice it would be to have someone send me flowers, I’ve realized I DO HAVE SOMEONE! That kind woman who looks back at me from the mirror. Sometimes the most important and tender rose we can give is the one we pick and present to ourselves.