28 December
I am not so big on resolutions
I tend to choose a word for the year.
This year my word is rhythm.
a daily rhythm, weekly rhythm, seasonal rhythm, yearly rhythm.
I am finding joy and a sense of contentedness
in the repeating rhythms of my life.
I will be halfway through my fifties this year....
There's something peaceful about seeing a daffodil bloom for the fifty-fifth time,
watching a field slowly fill with snow,
hearing the sound of a robin in the branches outside my window...
sweeping my kitchen floor as the sun sets every evening
the rhythm of a simple spirit
Lovely thoughts! Happiest new year to you, stay warm!
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and has a simple rhythm. I feel like Rhythm is what I have been lacking off late and your post made me realize that!
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ReplyDeleteI could feel the rhythm in the sweeping too. Neat post.
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