Since I am, indeed, back...I wanted to share some of the beauty that is home to me now. I hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I enjoyed taking them! :)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Those Lovely "Little Things"
I would like to announce that I am alive. aliiiiiiiiive. ALIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEE....
*ahem* >.>
Anyhoo...
I haven't really felt like writing lately, mostly because of the HUGE deal that settling into my new life has become. It's not unpleasant, although chaotic, and I find myself enjoying the totally new and rootless feeling that is my life at present.
In a nutshell....I haven't been this happy in a really....REALLY long time.
I love my little house. Every morning the first sound I hear is my cat, Green Eyed Maggie Bag O' Bones. She yawns and kitten mews at me and then stretches and pads into the kitchen. The sound her feet make on the carpet is strangely satisfying. Then I stumble after her into the kitchen, and the sound MY feet make on the tile is strangely satisfying.
I've noticed that about this house. Sounds play an important role in my happiness here, and I'm not entirely certain why. Even the silence is enjoyable here.
Back to the kitchen.
As I brew my first cup of coffee and sit at the table contemplating becoming human, I can hear the birds behind my house through the open window. I have a beautiful Cardinal and his timid mate that love my bird feeders. A mockingbird sits in the trees around my house every day and makes me laugh with his neverending stolen songs. And yes, the window is open in February because the weather here is incredible! After my brain registers the birdsong, I become aware of the babbling of the creek next to my house, and suddenly all the seemingly meaningless little sounds flow together into a symphony of appreciation for another day.
That, my friends, is how my mornings start now. How could I not appreciate that? How could I possibly be unhappy with that kind of a start every day?
What are these "little things" everyone dismisses so easily? Why does owning a mailbox on a street with houses full of children and families make me SO happy? Why does owning an outside garbage can for the first time in my life make me deliriously ecstatic?? The routine of trash day, homework, chores...why is it so fulfilling? Shouldn't I want MORE MORE MORE?? Even now, it is dark outside and the sound of my typing to the rhythm of the windchimes on my porch makes me feel complete. For the first time in my life, I have no need of background noise, no music, no tv blaring, I can simply sit here and.....be.
And be....happy.
Take Time for the Little Things
Take time for the little things-
The common pleasures each day brings,
The glory of the springtime flowers,
The beauty of the morning hours,
The wealth of nature's bright array,
The quiet time that ends each day.
Yes, take time for the little things
And for the pleasure each one brings,
And in those little things you'll see
How wonderful each day can be.
*ahem* >.>
Anyhoo...
I haven't really felt like writing lately, mostly because of the HUGE deal that settling into my new life has become. It's not unpleasant, although chaotic, and I find myself enjoying the totally new and rootless feeling that is my life at present.
In a nutshell....I haven't been this happy in a really....REALLY long time.
I love my little house. Every morning the first sound I hear is my cat, Green Eyed Maggie Bag O' Bones. She yawns and kitten mews at me and then stretches and pads into the kitchen. The sound her feet make on the carpet is strangely satisfying. Then I stumble after her into the kitchen, and the sound MY feet make on the tile is strangely satisfying.
I've noticed that about this house. Sounds play an important role in my happiness here, and I'm not entirely certain why. Even the silence is enjoyable here.
Back to the kitchen.
As I brew my first cup of coffee and sit at the table contemplating becoming human, I can hear the birds behind my house through the open window. I have a beautiful Cardinal and his timid mate that love my bird feeders. A mockingbird sits in the trees around my house every day and makes me laugh with his neverending stolen songs. And yes, the window is open in February because the weather here is incredible! After my brain registers the birdsong, I become aware of the babbling of the creek next to my house, and suddenly all the seemingly meaningless little sounds flow together into a symphony of appreciation for another day.
That, my friends, is how my mornings start now. How could I not appreciate that? How could I possibly be unhappy with that kind of a start every day?
What are these "little things" everyone dismisses so easily? Why does owning a mailbox on a street with houses full of children and families make me SO happy? Why does owning an outside garbage can for the first time in my life make me deliriously ecstatic?? The routine of trash day, homework, chores...why is it so fulfilling? Shouldn't I want MORE MORE MORE?? Even now, it is dark outside and the sound of my typing to the rhythm of the windchimes on my porch makes me feel complete. For the first time in my life, I have no need of background noise, no music, no tv blaring, I can simply sit here and.....be.
And be....happy.
Take Time for the Little Things
Take time for the little things-
The common pleasures each day brings,
The glory of the springtime flowers,
The beauty of the morning hours,
The wealth of nature's bright array,
The quiet time that ends each day.
Yes, take time for the little things
And for the pleasure each one brings,
And in those little things you'll see
How wonderful each day can be.
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