“I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
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May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty-handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance….I hope you dance” ~ Lee Ann Womack | “I Hope You Dance”
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I had an elderly neighbor once, who got up before the sun every day
Some mornings when I was up with one of the kids, I’d see her sitting near the window of her kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand, her open bible on the table. Her hand holding her chin as she watched the sun come up
“I don’t know how many sunrises I’ve got left,” she’d say, “And I don’t want to miss a single one.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately because I’ve been feeling much the same way.
I’ve always loved taking walks in the evenings. Swapping her love of the sun rising, for mine of the sun setting. One might think, after all of these years, that I’d take this time of the day for granted. In fact, the opposite is true, because no two sunsets are ever alike
Of course, I could lose myself in a million other things that are demanding my attention. The headlines of the day, a social media news feed, mountains of work, tidying up around the house. After all, the day will end whether I’m bearing witness to it or not
But still, as many evenings as I’m able, I’m out on my favorite walking path taking note of the changing light.
It truly only lasts a moment or two, and I let it be devoted to simply pausing, seeing, and being. The sun setting on another day of being here, another day of striving to do a better job as a person than I did yesterday. Another chance at gracefully executing this precious, fleeting, endlessly surprise challenge of being alive
The sunset truly lasts only a moment or two. I allow it to be devoted to simply pausing, seeing, and being. The sun setting on another day of life, another day of striving to do a little better than I did yesterday. Another chance at gracefully executing this precious, fleeting, endlessly surprise challenge of being alive
My #ForThisIAmGrateful list has long this week. A few other excerpts
An open table next to the outlet at the coffee shop
Knowing that You’ll Never Be Famous and That’s OK
Food you never eat, except in small-town cafes
Routines for soothing the soul
Teaching your puppies how to swim
Buying old cookbooks and finding handwritten notes in them
Jazz in the kitchen
The salad that lives in the sweet spot between kitchen laziness and sincere artistic expression (ps: the more croutons, the better)
Havarti dill on your burger
Remembering: “After all, tomorrow is another day” ~ Scarlett O’Hara
What are you grateful for this week?
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