Twelve days behind
already
and twelve days ahead.
How busy this life can be.
Last night as the evening grew I became
rather overwhelmed by it all.
So much to do still,
I thought.
The house was messy with Christmas decorations,
every room needed sorted.
Suddenly then,
music floating down the stairs
that reminded me of snowflakes
falling on my eyelashes ~
just a week ago.
A new book on my nightstand.
My camera, waiting to be used again.
Coffee,
warm and bitter in my mouth.
Thoughts of choirs of bells
and having a grateful heart
for all the love I receive everyday.
A husband who makes deliberate acts of love
seem effortless.
I don't want to lose any moments of these days.
It seems that all spiritual growth is endless;
time,
sometimes is just not enough.
Currently reading
This I believe, on love
Listening to eight tracks
Todays song of the day for Wisp
Things to do
Hundreds
* Sighs and gets on with it*
Oh, how I can relate to this! I have been really down in the dumps recently, but on Saturday we put up the decorations and my melancholy was diminished by the enchantment and anticipation of this time of the year. I find thinking about the good things in life really helps me deal with the not so good things. I think you are right when you say spiritual growth is endless.
ReplyDeleteYou are so wise, my darling.
AML
Kess
xxxx
Kess, my little one,
ReplyDeletethank you.
* Tearys up*