All things Nice . . .

 

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To think that I shall move in company,

With stars and wind and cloud,

The hills that clap their hands in joy,

The brooks that sing aloud.

To think that I may know the earth,

Where pale while lilies blow,

Blue shadowed hills where tiny tracks,

Are printed in the snow.

And here beside me walking now

Are hosts unseen I swear,

I feel their presence like a cloud

About me everywhere.

Oh world untouched by mortal hands

Bend closer still that I

May hear the rustle of the wings,

Sweeping across the sky.

~Edna Jacques, To Think

Beside Still Waters, 1952

 

Ohhh, that unseen world. I have always felt it about me, the ministering hands of angels on the Lord's errand to comfort and inspire, uplift and console. Even when I was a young child. I have never known a time in my life when I did not know that there was a God in Heaven and feel of His love for me.  Perhaps at times, situations have clouded my view a bit, but I have always felt His presence in my life.  No, I do not always have the answers as to the why of things, but I trust in a good that I know always prevails in the end. It gives me hope in a world that often seems to be spiraling out of control. I know that I can always trust in the things of God, mornings that follow nights, springs that come after winters, tears that are one day dried, broken hearts that are one day mended.  I cannot look at a baby's fingers curled around my own, or a budding rose . . . without seeing the giver of all good things. I know that many might say I was deluded to believe such things, but if I am, I am quite content to be so. My life has been filled with miracles and tender mercies, and I cannot deny their existence. 

 

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Do you make your bed every day?  I do.  I have a routine that I follow, and Cinnamon always helps me to make it. My day would not be complete without my having made my bed. I do not make it right away as some do.  I wait a few hours. Do my morning prayers and writing, etc. Whilst I am about those things I have the covers thrown open and airing.  I get washed and dressed and then I make my bed. 

Some people query the idea of making something you are only going to tear apart again at the end of the day, but I cannot stand the thought of crawling into anything less than a well-made bed as my day comes to an end. I love to walk by my bedroom door during the daylight hours and see it sitting there, with the coverlet, quilt, pillows, etc. all in their proper place. It gives me peace and satisfaction.

At end of day, in early evening. I will go in and pull the coverlet and quilt down, folding them towards the bottom of the bed and I will open a corner of the sheets and blankets, turning them down on the side that I sleep on . . .  in preparation for my return. I suppose it is a welcome of sorts. I am getting things ready . . .  like a dog that turns in circles around and around his bedding before he settles in.  This ritual of turning down, it is not much different. I make my bed one way in the morning, and I make it again in another way at night.  Both bring me peace and comfort.

 

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Most of our days, and it follows . . .  most of our lives are built and driven by routine and habit.  Our being-in-the-world works its way into us through ritual and repetition. Our own individual view of "the good life" comes to us and is ingrained in our psyche through repetitive practices that motivate how we live and what we love.

We are shaped every day, and our lives are shaped by practices.  Rituals. Habits. Routines. Partly from our faith if we are of a religious bent, from our culture, our communities, our families, the things we choose to watch and to read . . . the "air around us."

Most of this comes from the way in which we have been brought up, rituals and practices taught to us by our families, friends, society, etc. For the most part we are not primarily motivated by conscious thought. We do not usually think about our beliefs or worldwide view as we brush our teeth and go about our daily business, but much of what we do has been shaped by our beliefs and worldwide views.

It is important to choose wisely those things and those people which we wish to be a regular part of our lives, and to surround ourselves with.

 

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I can honestly say that I fall in love with my life every single day.  I did not always do so.  I suppose in part, having had to walk away from everything like I did at the end of 2020, made me much more appreciative of my life. Those of you who have been with me for a while know how very difficult and heartbreaking a time that was for me. I can honestly look back now and say, it was the worst of times, but it was also one of the best things that ever happened to me. It truly was a gift.

It gave me a perspective on life that I don't think I would have ever had otherwise. I do not take any part of my life for granted.  I am "present" in my life now in a way that I never was before.  I fall "in love" with my life every single day.

That is not to say that my life is perfect.  I do not believe anyone has a perfect life.  There will always be things that we wish were different. But I am content, and I am in a peaceful place in my life. I am not envious of anyone else.  I do not wish to change places with anyone.  I am exactly where I want and need to be.  I love my life. I Know This Town

 

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"On most days the biggest thing you can do

is a small act of kindness, 

decency or love."

~Cory Booker

Several years ago, I promised myself that each day I was going to try to do at least one small act of kindness. This practice of kindness has been life changing. I have come to realize that kindness doesn't need to be practiced in large grand gestures, but in small and simple ways.  All have an impact and perhaps the smallest things we do for others have the largest impact of all. All it takes is being present, noticing things around you, and then acting on what you see, the need you see. It is not always convenient, but I can promise you that it is always worth it.

If I could choose words to be etched on my headstone, and in the memories of those who know/knew me it would be these three words.  "She was kind." That is what I wish to be known for more than anything else. There is nothing that I could achieve that would mean more to me than this. The people who have meant more to me in this life than any others have been the people who were kind. Not the smartest, or the most talented, the prettiest, etc. But those who were kind.  There is a difference between nice and kind.  Anyone can be nice.  Kind goes through the bone and into the soul.

 

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Welcome to February. The month of love. I think the one person that I have always had the hardest time loving has been myself.  This year I am determined to love myself. Oh, I don't mean in a selfish way, but in the way that I should have been loving myself all along.  It's okay to say no. It's okay to close the door on people and practices that have not served you well. If you have tried your best and still gotten nowhere, it's okay to walk away. Respecting yourself and your own feelings is a type of love. It is a good practice to distance yourself from people and things which bring negativity into your life. Doing so does not make you a bad person. Looking at yourself and talking to yourself in the same way that you would to others is a type of love. You give others the best of yourself, now it is time to give yourself the best of yourself. To be the best version of you that you can be . . . for YOU.  This year I am going to focus on and celebrate the good of me, not the worst of me. I am going to practice being as kind to myself as I am to everyone else.  It's a good thing as Martha would say.

And with that I best get my skates on and leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

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In the Kitchen today  . . .  Chocolate Chip Tray Bake.  This small batch recipe makes an 8-inch square snack cake that is loaded with chocolate chips, candy coated chocolate buttons, white chocolate chips and broken cookie pieces. It's lovely.

I hope that you have a lovely weekend. It's going to be a very snowy one here. A cold and snowy start to February.  Whatever you get up to this weekend stay safe, stay warm, be blessed and don't forget!

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