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.   

I've been feeling incredibly sad these last few days, and today really. Tomorrow is Todd's birthday. He will be 83. I am a mess of feelings. I expect that is to be expected.  I lived with him for over 20 years and we had a very happy life for most of that time.  I am not sad for me really. Well, maybe a little bit, that is only natural. I am sad for what his actions have cost to all those around him in his sphere of existence. I am sad at the waste of life. Its complicated to say the least.

I have decided that the only way out of my funk is to focus on the positive.  On the many, many blessings I have in my life, and so that is what I am trying to do. To dwell in negativity is to allow the selfish actions of another take away from my light, and to continue to victimize me. I refuse to let that happen. 

Roast Chicken Dinners with the family.  My sister was roasting a chicken yesterday and invited me over for supper. It was just nice to be together as a family. (Not her dinner there, mine, but used as an illustration.) My sister is such a good friend to me. She has been my best friend for 63 years.  Sometimes she has been my only friend.  She has always given me good advice, and has often been the voice of reason.  I love her very much. I Love my dad and Dan too,  and they are special to me.  But my sister.  She's the best. 

Not that I have favorites. 😁

These two fluff balls of activity and joy. I could sit and watch them at play for hours and hours.  They have two very distinct personalities and I can see them emerging.  Nutmeg is a bit of a big buffoon.  Bumbling, loveable, affectionate to the nth degree.  Cinnamon is a bit more reserved, but also affectionate in her own way.  But she is not afraid to put Nutmeg in his place.  The only growls I have heard have come from her and they have come when she is trying to protect what is hers, like a cat treat or a toy. And he backs off. So she is also assertive. They do make me happy. They do bring me joy. I was afraid to fall in love again, but  . . .  I have. 

 

How could I not fall in love.  Impossible. 

 

I can be proud of all that I have achieved in the 9 months since my arrival back in Canada.  I arrived pretty much broken.  I have had a lot of help, for which I am very grateful and I don't undervalue any of that help, but I have come a long way due to my own strength and tenacity as well.  And I don't just mean possession-wise. I have built a little niche for myself here.  A home. I have spent my whole life, since I was 12 years old, taking care of others and now I am finally taking care of myself. I can be proud of that. Its time for that.  And I hope that doesn't sound conceited or selfish. 

All the gardens are looking tired now. They are coming to their end. I love to walk around my sister's garden and I enjoy her little oasis. I would like to just dig mine all up and plant grass seed and just have potted plants. I can't dig though, nor do I have the tools. I can't get down on the ground to do gardening. If I got down there I would never get back up again.  My arthritis just won't let me cope with that. I can dream all I want about having a beautiful garden, but the reality is, its far beyond my scope!  I can enjoy other's though and I do.  

I enjoy feeding the birds and watching them. I don't have many at present. Just the hummingbirds and I have some goldfinches that come to the other feeders and downy woodpeckers, blue jays. I have always enjoyed feeding birds and watching them. It is one of my great pleasures in life.

I had thought the kittens would enjoy watching them too, but they don't seem to notice them. 

My faith. I know lots of people out there think that religion is a crutch and that there is no such thing as God. I don't know where I would be now without my faith, without God, without the Savior in my life. Bad things happen to all people. Life is a difficult road to traverse. There is no such thing as a charmed life. I have loads of inner strength for sure, but it is girded up by my faith in a higher power than myself.  I have been clearly able to see His hands at work in my life. He had carried me through my lowest moments and set my hind's feet in high places. 

The Lord God is my strength, and He will make my feed like hind's feet, and He will make me to walk upon my high places. ~Habakkuk 3:19 

All Glory to God who has been most merciful to me and helped me to experience my spiritual mountaintop. 

And for those moments when I need a little bit more . . .  there are always these. OH. MY. GOODNESS! 

'Nuff said. 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for today  . . . 

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*.˛There isn't a person

you wouldn't love if

you could read their story.

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Twice Baked Squash Casserole.  I decided to give a winter squash the baked potato treatment and created an incredibly delicious casserole!  Wowsa! This was some good!

Have a wonderful day. I hope your week ahead is filled to overflowing with small and wonderful things.  Remember its the little things in life which count the most, and don't forget! 

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And I do too!