The first time I saw these I was told they were chicken poop flowers. They’re in the fields every year after manure is spread. The smell is amazing... I’m not sure if the flowers correspond with fertilizer or simply the time of year, but I always thought it wasn’t the nicest thing to call these little flowers. Like the lotus, out of mud, muck & in this case maybe poo, beauty will flourish.
Sometimes I feel guilty for loving happy quotes. We can’t all act like summer & walk like rain. But I remind myself it’s okay to get excited about positive words, to look for the glimmer of hope.
And I love this quote I read on church signage, “THOSE WHO LOVE PEOPLE LOVE PEOPLE.” It made me happy. It made me smile!
I listened to an engineer speak his truth. He said whatever you want to be in life, work on it and do it a little everyday because we won’t be able to do it forever. He wasn’t talking about becoming wealthy or amassing material goods. He was talking about being happy & being good to others.
So every day could I practice finding the good?
Love on lovers!
- Driving down Highway 64 and spotting a hot air balloon overhead. (Don’t worry, I safely found a parking lot to pull in to take this photo.)
- Seeing a house decorated in huge hot pink & red hearts. I love it!
- Hearing kids laughing loudly while running through the trees beside a creek.
- Birds singing.
- Sunshine on my face.
- Super-duper friendly baristas.
- Motivation to live better & be better. Whether it comes from friends, books or a PTO challenge.
- Our dog playing soccer with us. It was actually more like keep-away!
- Watching the trees form buds & blooms.
- Spending time with friends who will love you regardless of whatever inane things fly out of your mouth.
Last night my 6 year old asked me, “What created the universe?” Before I could answer he said, “I think love created the universe.” I thought wow, what a question on the way home from an energetic Science Night at school. And then again, he asked my opinion. Damn. I couldn’t even answer because my mind was whirling. From common answers, to loving his answer, to science, to hope, to innocence and LOVE. He continued on by giving me examples of love and kindness towards each other and animals. I’ll take it. Yes, love created the universe. So we must love. And have compassion in our hearts just like these little ones. A child will lead the way.
It has been far too a time since our last correspondence. A malady of little peril has finally lifted our household. I speak of this only to offer a reckoning so you do not hold me in contempt or believe that I do not care. For I do. I find myself writing today in the mere hopes you will find forgiveness in your heart. For it was but yesterday we were taking a stroll to the north through the gardens and we came upon the most impressive of wild cherry. And I felt I certainly must write. It was neither impressive in height nor stature but in the amount of sweet honeybees that graced its delicate blossoms. What a joyous sight. We could have stared in wonder for half a day and I dare say it would have felt no time at all. Only to be disrupted by a single mallard flying past low against the water. So we carried on. I wish you well and that this finds you in good spirits, with lightness of heart and fierce determination like those adored honeybees.