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


  1. Lovely thoughts! Happiest new year to you, stay warm!

  2. This 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!

  3. I could feel the rhythm in the sweeping too. Neat post.


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