I love making beautiful, meaningful things and hope to make more.
I am thinking of the moments when the look on someone’s face has said “You didn’t see me, you didn’t hear me.”
Not something I wanted to see, but it spoke to my heart “Is this the best you can do? Can you try again?”
A moment of grateful awareness is its own reward. Positive reinforcement happens automatically given a small opening! Very likely to be repeated. It’s the easiest of practices!
The cup of fear and pain, I can’t control when it may be filled.
The cup of joy, I can choose to fill that cup.
It’s good to have a thankful place prepared when I need a change of mind.
Re-imagining my life with pain and loss of physical agility, maybe not what I’d like, but that’s my meaningful work right now. I’m grateful for a fine dog who gets me out and walking, something I can do!
Thank you for the kind assumption.
Whenever I open my heart to life’s wonder (which is everywhere), the wonder of life (a bit of color, a baby burping, the wind, the sound of my hands rubbing…) …as I was saying… the wonder of life feeds and fills my heart. I become whole and am healed. (Was it my own closed heart that was wounding me? Well, sometimes I still react.)
Everything I think, see, hear, touch, love and feel, I feel in my body, and whenever I notice, I have a grateful feeling, usually as ease of support, joy of breath and warmth around my torso.
Waking up to the silent world after a heavy snow.
(There has been no snow this winter….)
Terry Gilliam’s “Adventures of Baron Munchausen”
I’m not sure I have any convictions.
I try to live with my heart open, listening, correcting when I feel myself closing…as best I can… 😉
Beautiful messages this morning….
I hear you!
Completely giving up. Even giving up the burden of hoping.
So far my heart still beats and my lungs still breathe.
Eventually it’s a new day.
How about appreciating my ability to appreciate so many things in my world? My wife upstairs singing…holly berries at my window…our lovely little harpsichord…Uncle Carl’s painting…the woodpecker on the tree…wet stones…going to tune a piano this morning…work waiting in my shop…how lucky I am to love my work…
The wrens that live under my shop.
Their morning duet tells me the day has begun in earnest.
Their curiosity is enjoyable, especially when they come into the shop or house. When one gets accidentally locked in the shop, its mate waits by the window, worried until I reunite them.
This makes me smile.
The magic of summer rains, the cool, clean air, the big rain drops hitting the ground.
Rebekah, as I read your message I feel a deep and wonderful love for you.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity.
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