Its the little things . . .

 

“The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.” ~Jon Kabat-Zinn

Every day I find that I am surrounded by ordinary miracles. Small things that bring me joy and might have gone un-noticed and un-remarked except that I have chosen to acknowledge them and give them voice. Little things that touch my heart and make me smile.

The sight of a small white feather caught in the branches of the hedgerow in the garden reminds me of my many feathered friends that live amongst the shrubbery and hedges that border our back garden on all three sides. I think of the wonderful gifts they bring to us every day of their beautiful songs . . . and the delight we find in watching their antics as they travel to and from our feeders. Down south we had many more varieties . . . up here it is mostly just sparrows, with the odd robin and black bird. Occasionally there are a pair of goldfinches who come and we have seen tits on several occasions . . . no matter that they are not exotic or unsual. They please us every day. 

  

surveying her domaine . . .

It doesn't seem to matter if I have only been out of the room for 2 minutes or out of the house for 2 hours . . . the minute I return I am greeted most enthusiastically by our lovely Mitzie. It is nice to be loved and to love back. When I get up in the morning, before I can do anything else, it is cuddle time and I sit on the sofa and stroke her silken ears as she makes those little “doggie” type of loving noises that lets me know that she is enjoying every minute of the attention and my heart melts. She often lays by my feet as I type away on the computer in the morningsr snuggles next to me on the sofa as I watch the television. Her cuddly warmth next to me is just like a big cosy hug. 

 

blackbird on the patio table . . .

I am always on the look out for little gems and gifts . . . the way the sunlight dances across the dry leaves that linger in the garden, the sight of a butterfly’s wings fluttering against the window panes in my kitchen window just as dusk begins to settle in, the wispiness of the clouds in a deep blue sky as they travel slowly across my line of sight, the sound of my Todd's breathing in bed . . . going softly in and out, the silence here in our little terraced house of an early morning as the earth outside begins to wake up, and I hear the little twitters and melodies of the birds in the bushes and the rattle of the milk float as it slowly moves up the street . . . 

  

magpie on the telephone pole out back  . . .

 

The sun begins to rise above the horizon and bathes everything in it’s special early morning golden glow . . . dry leaves and branches gilded in the crystal glint of a February frost
These everyday things might be taken for granted and often are, if we don’t take the time to stop and breathe them into our being. These little snippets of joy, free for the taking . . . are what makes life so beautiful and worth living. I hope I never stop seeing them, or hearing them, or feeling them . . .

 

 snow from a few years back  . . .  

 

We've been enjoying this new show on the BBC called All Together Now.    The concept is that hopeful singers get onto the stage and perform in front of 100 musical people and halfway through their song the 100 have the opportunity to push a button and stand up and start singing along with the hopeful contestant. The goal is to get as many people up singing along with you as possible.  The two contestants each week with the highest scores go through to the final and have an opportunity to win £50,000.  I like the concept, although I am not sure I like all of the 100 so called musical celebrities.  But meh.  Who am I.  I think it takes an incredible amount of courage to do what the contestants are doing and they make me want to get up and sing, they do, they do, they do, they do . . . they do . . . .

At least there is no sex, bad language or violence.

not yet anyways!

lol

  

Having watched all seven seasons and a year in the life three times now, we have started to watch The Gilmore Girls again for the 4th time.  Yes, I know . . . 4 times you say?  Well, we like it, and we are always seeing stuff we missed the first 3 times!  Simply put, we enjoy it.  I do have to say however that A Year in the Life was not quite as good as the original in my opinion, but sequels seldom are. It did wind everything up nicely however for the most part.

Now here is a question for any Gilmore Girl Fans out there, who was Rory's best boyfriend? In your opinion that is.  And why? 

I wish they hadn't taken Friday Night Lights off of Netflix.  I only got to watch that once on the run through and would have liked to watch it a second time. Oh well . . .   

And now I am prattling, so I best wind this down  with a thought for today  . . . 

° * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •
•。★★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛
˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★
 *.˛.The older you get

the more quieter you become.

Life humbles you so deeply as you age.

You realise how much nonsense

you have wasted time on.

~unknown     •。★★ 。* 。 

Spiritual Enlightenment 

 Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Ginger Dunkers.  Yum.  You should smell these baking. Heavenly bliss.

Have a wonderful Sunday!  Don't forget!

═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ═══════════ ⊰✿░G░O░D⊰✿⊰L░O░V░E░S⊰✿⊰░Y░O░U░⊰✿
═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ═══════════ 

And I do too!