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Thankfulness for the Simple Joys

05 Sunday Nov 2017

Posted by purdywords in 30 Days of Thanks, 30 Days of Thanksgiving, Blessings, Change, Chasing Dreams, Inspiration, Journaling, Laptops, Peace, Personal Challenges, Personal health, Perspective, Seasons, Stress & Anxiety, Suffering, Thankfulness, Tough days, Writing, Writing Goals

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“I have learned over a period of time to be almost unconsciously grateful–as a child is–for a sunny day, blue water, flowers in a vase, a tree turning red. I have learned to be glad at dawn and when the sky is dark. Only children and a few spiritually evolved people are born to feel gratitude as naturally as they breathe, without even thinking. Most of us come to it step by painful step, to discover that gratitude is a form of acceptance.” ~ Faith Baldwin

 

Today woke me to a somber mood that mirrored the gray Ohio skies outside my door. The wind is blowing away the temperate climate now by beckoning and ushering in the cold that will last for days on end. We won’t see sun until the end of the week, I’m afraid.

How might I feel an ounce of gratitude on such a dismal day? I light an autumn-scented soy wax candle and allow the glow of the orange flame to warm up the house with its ambiance and fragrant aroma. I answer a phone call from a sibling and feel gladdened by the goodness of spirit in the sound of his voice, and pleased we’ve made plans to be together on Thanksgiving Day. I sit with a steaming cup of tea and conjure up a dinner menu that will include my favorite roasted vegetables. I journal through my anxiety, type away the fear, and continue editing my essays that remain in-progress by diligently writing closer to completion.

My gratitude today is rooted in having a creative craft to focus on, noticing the plain and uncomplicated blessings that cultivate joy, and that my eyes, mind and heart are made open-wide by the gifts of simplicity.

 

“Forget about the money for a moment. Lose yourself in the wilderness, listen to the music of the softly blowing winds, feel the rain on your bare skin, let the mountains take the burden off your shoulders.” ~Kiran Bisht

 

The Time Has Come

16 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by purdywords in Change, Copywriting, Freelance writing, Laptops, Writing

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Gone – flitted away,

Taken the stars from the night and the sun

From the day!

Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

 ~ Alfred Tennyson

The time has come to say good-bye, my sturdy and trustworthy friend. Under my direction, you have created masterpieces of content, but the words were all your own. Five years together now, and I can hardly believe that we are spending our last few days together. It won’t be the same once I have to take you to your place of origin. I might be a bit lost for awhile once I don’t see your glowing face inviting me to be the catalyst for your purpose. The desk that has carefully cradled you all these years will be empty and alone.

Whoever you’re meant to be with from here on out, I hope they appreciate your quirky traits. Your “m” is a little stubborn as he wants you to make sure your intent is true where his letter is concerned. Other crucial parts have been compromised, but I don’t mind. You have taught me great patience and tremendous care. You have encouraged me, when your brightness and blank notes seemed too daunting for the night writing I endure, to carry on by just getting started one keystroke at a time. I appreciate all that you have taught me and I will carry those lessons for my whole long life.

Too soon the day will come when I will have to find a replacement for the vehicle you provide, but my heart will always be with you. So, rest well, my dear, weary friend. Rest well in knowing that your work has been purposeful and made me proud time and time again. We were a great team, you and I. Thanks for the memories.

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