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




Comments

  1. Tamar SB28 December 2017 at 10:10

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

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  2. Cloudia28 December 2017 at 11:22

    Bless You Sister

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  3. Samyuktha Semi Jayaprakash28 December 2017 at 13:43

    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!

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  4. Carol @Comfort Spring Station28 December 2017 at 13:58

    to everything there is a season

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  5. Jill30 December 2017 at 12:25

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

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