Slow Down. Wait For Me!

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Wait for me you guys!

 

Why be in such a hurry?

Let’s enjoy today.

 

 

Remember when days seemed to go so slow?

When waiting for something seemed like an endless chore?  “I can hardly wait until…I turn sixteen so I can drive.. graduate from high school… turn 21 so I can legally drink… graduate from college… get married… have a baby… buy my first house.” And then something happens. All of a sudden, the “I can’t wait until” becomes  “I don’t want to turn 30…40…50…60!  Slow down! Hold on!  Everything is going too fast!”

And then, something inside your head says, “Just breathe.”

You stop for a moment and do just that and it’s like the first time that you actually heard birds singing or saw that tiny flower poking through the ground.  It’s the first time that you stood still and actually felt the warmth of the sun and saw the rays beaming through the branches of a tree. And hearing a baby cry sounds more like a miracle instead of a noise.

Slow down

It’s at this point that you realize that each day is a gift and you have a choice.  You can rush through the day and fall exhausted into bed each night feeling as though you will never ever get everything done and time is passing you by.  Or, you can find it in yourself to slow down and look at everything as a gift.  Today is a gift.  My home, the people who surround me, my health, the food in my cupboards, and that sunshine are all gifts.

Enjoy the moment

Once you allow yourself this moment, you realize that nothing is more important…not yesterday…not tomorrow.  This moment is a gift.  Enjoy it.

 

 

 

Captured Beauty

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Sweet smell of blossoms fill the air.

Warmth of the sunshine makes me smile.

Tender leaves fill branches once bare.

I think I’ll linger here awhile.

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Jogger runs past with rapid pace

Recorded music in her ear.

So grateful I’m not in her race.

Content with songs of birds I hear.

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Captured beauty. Stored it away.

Saving it for a raining day.

Life is Fragile. Handle With Care

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It’s spring time. New life is popping up all around us. It’s delicate.  We need to handle it with care.

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“Be gentle”, we tell children.  “Soft touch.”

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Sometimes, though, when something new is happening, even we, as adults, forget to be careful, and accidentally step on this delicate new life.

But, it’s not just new life that should be protected.

All life is fragile.

Any life can be, quickly, broken with a single step.

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So before you step on someone’s life, remember:

Watch where you’re stepping.

Tread lightly.  

Be gentle.  

Soft touch.

Life is fragile.

Handle it with care.

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It’s Spring. Time For A New Beginning

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 Time for a new beginning.

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Feel the warmth of the sun.

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The protective frozen layers have melted away.

Open yourself up to a new life.

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The season is spring.  It always conjures up images of new beginnings, but it doesn’t have to be spring time to begin again.  We can begin, again, every day.  Every time we make a choice, it’s a new beginning.  Think about it:

  • every morning
  • every time we open our mouth to say something
  • every time we choose
    • to buy or not to buy,
    • to exercise or not to exercise,
    • to be happy or not to be happy,
    • to accept or not accept what is.

Spring time is a reminder that we always have the ability to begin again.  It’s about choosing how we frame any event, every moment; how we choose to live our life. Choose humility.  Choose healthy habits.  Choose happiness.  Choose acceptance.

Today is the day.  Feel the warmth of the sun.  Open yourself up to a new life.  It’s time for a new beginning.

Time To Wake Up And Hear The Birds Sing

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“Time to wake up and hear the birds sing.”

When I was young, my mom would come charging into my bedroom, opening the curtains, and pulling the covers away from my chin, saying in the most irritatingly cheery voice, “Time to wake up and hear the birds sing.”  You can just imagine how abrupt and rude that felt, especially to a teenager!

Now, I find myself getting up early and loving the sounds of birds singing, and I’m saying to myself, with a smile, “Time to wake up and hear the birds sing.”  And, I think of my mom.

I ponder the meaning of the words.  “Time to wake up” usually means that it’s time to pay attention.  “Hear the birds sing”, to me, means to listen but not to everything, listen for pleasant things.

So, today, my goal is to pay special attention to kind words, loving gestures, the beauty of a spring day, and the songs of the birds.  And, I will smile and think of my mom!