Autumn is breathing her last; Thanksgiving is long gone and I've gone and let it slip by without voicing my thanks. It hardly seems fitting since most days I sense daily how incredibly much I have to be thankful for. My list really could be endless. Sometimes I have this strange sense that it will all come crashing down. I don't know why but I have always had this keen awareness of the chasm between what I deserve and the life I've been given.
Life is so very rich. Some things that I love are the sky after rain, the smell of wet paint, seeing old people that still hold hands,sipping warm chai, graveyards, road trips, sunflowers, dreams that are so good you try not to wake up so you can know how it ends, discovering beautiful new songs
nightswimming,Wysteria and little hands that bear wilting wildflowers.. I think I'll stop, lest I start sounding like a hallmark card. Those are just a few things that bring a smile. These are my biggest sources of joy on a regular basis...
4 comments:
Lovely thoughts, and sweet faces. Love that song, I'll have to check out the Weepies. Love, Mimi
Lindy, I love knowing all those seemingly small things that fill your heart with thanks... those are the things that make all the difference.
And I must say, my neices and nephew are the cutest, sweetest little guys! Love them sooo!
Mm. Love this! Used to have a postcard framed of Klimt's "The Kiss" which is in the series here; it hung in the appartment that I lived in with Rachel. Good times. Wonder where that postcard is?
Shonda
Thanks all! Shonda, I didn't know you ever entered the blog world, Klimt is one my favorites too, I painted "The Kiss" once, it hangs in our bedroom. Isn't that song so very pretty?
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