Monday, 14 April 2014
Small and Wonderful Things
"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard
A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.
Happiness is a kitten with a pink nose, pink ears and big black whiskers . . . oh and a smile that goes all the way from here . . . . to there! I do believe this is the sweetest kitten I have ever seen! Kitty Kat Maryn makes this loving grandmother's heart beat a little bit faster.
A little something I worked on last week as and when I could. A little girl, sitting on the moon, holding an owl. Why an owl? I don't know! It just came out.
It's probably not a very good owl either, but . . . it's an owl. And it looks happy sitting where it is. I suppose that is what counts.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us,
our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory
do we come From God,
who is our home:
Heaven lies about us
in our infancy!
~William Wordsworth, Ode to Immortality
I discovered this poem at the weekend. As you know I love poetry and these words spoke to my heart. The Gospel is true. We are eternal beings with an eternal purpose. This tiny dot on the page of eternity that we call life . . . is only a tiny dot on the page . . . there is ever so much more. We were, we are . . . and we will be again.
"Dance is the hidden language of the soul."
I love this picture of Maryn that I once again scooped from Facebook. It at turns makes me feel really happy and then really sad. Happy for this delightful little girl who has some of my blood running through her veins and who brings me joy each and every time I see a photograph of her . . . little glimpses of her beautiful spirit and joyful nature. Sad because . . . I am so far away and she doesn't really know who I am, and probably never will. You know. I love all of my children and there is nothing any of them could do that would ever change that, nothing . . . they are a part of the very fibre of my being and I don't think there is a day that passes that I don't keenly feel their loss. It shouldn't be this way. I am grateful for the little snippets I get from their lives, even if I do have to steal them.
If I could only rub a magic lantern and make it not so . . .
ahh . . . but I have many other blessings in my life, and I must be content. I believe in a God who will ultimately right all wrongs.
“Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come.” ~Jeffrey R Holland
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Dressed Club Salad Sarnies. So tasty. A fork and knife sandwich! And . . . there's Bacon!
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Have a wonderful day! May it be filled with an abundance of small and wonderful things!