Mayhap your heart has never been in bloom – and that would be a shame.
Just like birds in song, the sweet perfume of honeysuckle and the splendor of a golden morning, the beauty lay in how you grasp it. To experience this passion, embrace the magic.
In a perfect dance with the rhythm of life, we grow and feel encouraged by those around us.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom ― Anaïs Nin
For my soul can only take so many days of darkness before it breaks out in a fit of sunshine.
Today is brought to you by #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108 where you show off how you spend your day and also #SublimeSunday by @c0ff33a where any random post will do.
Sunday is usually my garden day if I have nothing else going on! Weeding and feeding and pruning things back a bit. I swapped a beach day for a garden day, but, there is plenty of beach on the horizons and my garden was complaining out loud. So to the garden, we must go!
Stop and listen to the breeze, then breathe in some happiness and sunshine for your day.
Many of us have made our world so familiar that we do not see it anymore. An interesting question to ask yourself at night is, “What did I really see this day?” John O’Donohue
The sun’s rays touch down upon this soul and cover me to the very edges with grateful today. There is comfort in this, the feeling, the warmth of it, for my world has been colored with love. And so, I pass this sentiment on to you, my friend, to pass it on to another and another, until one day, we will have decorated the world.
Flowers. There must always be flowers to color my world. I dedicate this picture to #SundayPurple by @Kalemandra, who colors my world every single day!
There are mornings that just seem "more" than others. If we can take in those precious moments and embrace them, just a little bit longer. Oh, yes! What a wonderful world; what a beautiful life.
I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom,
for me and you.
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue,
And clouds of white.
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces,
Of people going by,
I see friends shaking hands.
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying,
"I love you".
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.
Oh yeah.
Louis Armstrong
Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. I find myself in the garden again, where the flowers and me will call it a day, a definitely #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match made in my heaven.
And just like that, these musings are done. I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these challenges and just so you know, although much sun and shine was used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day!
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire
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