Sunday mornings, I often find myself watching a segment Willie Geist presents called, "A Life Well Lived". The stories are heartening of the accomplishments of a wide range of individuals who have charted a path that left an indelible impression in the world of music, business, acting, writing, and more.
I like the segment. The tributes are lovely and appear to be well-deserved honors at the time of their deaths.
Then comes Monday, and I mow the grass and buy groceries and clean the house and cook supper and maybe bake some cookies. That is followed by Tuesday when I reopen the repair shop for the week, and this time of year in my spare time, I find myself sweeping winter oak leaves out of the parking lot to make sure the building looks clean and presentable to our customers and renters. I have a loud blower, but I would rather sweep. I find myself in quiet thoughts as I sweep, and I find myself flooded with appreciation for the simplest activity that reminds me how closely I am tied to the seasons and the concrete and the humanity that flows in and out of my life, and I am thankful. Thankful that I have, in my eyes but maybe not the worlds, so much to care for and nourish. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for my past choices, both good and bad, that led me to this place, and I am in awe of a God who speaks to my heart through a ratty, black broom and a pile of oak leaves. I think I can say, I have a life well-lived. I wish I could share that peace with everyone.
Find solace in this day. There is good all around you. Open your eyes to it.
Peace.
Love, Linda
I like the segment. The tributes are lovely and appear to be well-deserved honors at the time of their deaths.
Then comes Monday, and I mow the grass and buy groceries and clean the house and cook supper and maybe bake some cookies. That is followed by Tuesday when I reopen the repair shop for the week, and this time of year in my spare time, I find myself sweeping winter oak leaves out of the parking lot to make sure the building looks clean and presentable to our customers and renters. I have a loud blower, but I would rather sweep. I find myself in quiet thoughts as I sweep, and I find myself flooded with appreciation for the simplest activity that reminds me how closely I am tied to the seasons and the concrete and the humanity that flows in and out of my life, and I am thankful. Thankful that I have, in my eyes but maybe not the worlds, so much to care for and nourish. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for my past choices, both good and bad, that led me to this place, and I am in awe of a God who speaks to my heart through a ratty, black broom and a pile of oak leaves. I think I can say, I have a life well-lived. I wish I could share that peace with everyone.
Find solace in this day. There is good all around you. Open your eyes to it.
Peace.
Love, Linda
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